LIes

I want to whisper goodbye,
and hear no response.

I want to get smaller,
until I disappear.

I want to close my eyes,
and not reopen them.

I want to cry,
but no one to hear.

I want to hurt and ache,
but not make a sound.

None of these are true.
I want you,
with your arms around me.

Would you?

She steps over cracks on the street,
she sells her self for nothing or cheap,
she takes out her anger on her self,
she can’t stop this feeling of being in hell.

She locks the doors three times each night,
she fears the darkness and the light,
she refuses to let herself heal,
she can’t breathe in without fear.

She blows out the candle, just before bed.
she hears all these voices, inside her head.
she breaks the glass into sharp pieces,
she can’t stop, she needs this.

Float

Live on air, she said.
Breathe deep,
but don’t eat.
Let the disease consume you.
Let the numbers erase you.

Live on air, she said.
Swallow the wind.
Feel the emptiness.
Revel in the feeling.
Become lost in the control.

Live on air, she said.
Take in a breath.
Don’t take a bite.
Don’t take a sip.
Don’t make a mistake, don’t slip.

I live on air, I said.

Afloat

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I want to drift out to see,
weightless, without tether.

I want to float on the waves,
languid, without tension.

I want to drown in happiness,
alone, without will.

I want to breathe in the guilt,
breathless, without air.

Jigsaw

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I am a puzzle piece.
– disconnected.
Without shape or color.
– rejected.

The square peg in the round hole,
I do not fit into,
cannot connect with my identity,
or even begin to.

Boundaries

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Boundaries,
what silly, little things.
Don’t worry, little girl,
about the gifts they bring.

Held within their bubble,
you, they’ll never reach.
Pop, bubble, pop,
I can break them each.

Broken, little boundaries,
broken, little girl,
with no sense of relationships,
with no sense of the world.

Bound so tightly, down within,
disconnected from herself,
unable to feel her emotions,
or understand what is felt.

Broken, little toy,
get back in your box,
Stay in there forever,
until you’re forgotten and lost.

Duplicity

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#1

Through the unknown and down the hill,
is where safety will ultimately belong.
Although the path has not been found,
does not mean that it is gone.

Even though I depend on being told the way,
no one can describe the road.
No one knows where I am starting from,
or where the path will go.

I, myself, am not even on the road.
I am nowhere to be seen.
I do not have the map ahead,
but only know where I have been.

#2

Sometimes, I do
not feel that healthy,
or safety can even exist.

Maybe, I am being,
tricked by the whole world,
or just the world within my head.

Why should I strive,
for an ideal I have
no hope or belief in?

Won’t the loss be,
that much grater
when I reveal the hoax?

I feel that the
despair would kill me,
without any help at all.

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