If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
this is the best thing in the entire world
she should greet jane as if nothing happened and see how jane reacts
she should avoid school the next day. And the next. Every night, she should put on the exact outfit she had on that day, hose herself down until she’s completely drenched and stand in Jane’s yard. When Jane is home alone, she should approach the window, staring at her. Knock on it if you don’t have her attention.
That’ll get her back for killing you and trying to hide the evidence.
Disowned and refused,
By ur mother, friends, family, and society.
Losing, while trying to keep your grip on faith.
And every moment it gets harder and harder
Being drained of all your strengths
Constantly being promoted and parshly
demoted of this internal beating.
For once, just one second, deprive me
End all the reminders of how it feels to be hurt.
Disregard the actuality that my tears bleed the painful truth, fear of internal courage.
Paralyze me to look in the mirror and see the smoke on my face.
I think Imma start writing my poems on here.
I may take 40, 50, 100 pictures of a person, and the one I like best is when the face hasn’t caught on to the next expression the brain wants it to make.