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The subject came up again.
How aggressive were they?How did the boys treat you?
Did you see someone get harassed?
-Yes.
How old was she?
-Twelve...
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She walks the halls, lonely, but few can see.Nobody can see through her, but her façade is crystal-clear.It is strange.She must live a life of ..
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The inside of me is ripping apart, and I am screaming.But the screams, they are inaudible.They cannot be heard by any but myself, and it hurts my ears..
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Sleep.It's what I want.It's what I need.I lie awake at night, thinking about it.Wishing I could grasp it by the neck and pull it into me, into my soul..
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My drug.My secret.My romance, my love.
I can’t help but be addicted to you.You are a drug to me; I cannot live without you.In my bathroom.I str..
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I look in the mirror, but I cringe; I need you, I will only be completed with you; now, I am missing parts.I am missing a face, and there is a hole wh..
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I'm stuck, stuck in a room, a white room, with white cinderblocks, a white room with white, blood-stained cinderblocks, a cinderblocked white room.The..
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I wrote this a very very long time ago
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I live in my own Utopia.The nasty children cannot bother me there.
I sit in the classroom, but I am not there.My body is there, but my mind and soul ..
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Sinewy.
Venturing forward into what they know is wrong.Waffling to me, advancing.Advancing toward the epitome of my vulnerability, opening my very c..
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