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Dear imagination, can't you be the thing you were Butterflies and daffodils and happiness so pure Sunny skies and lullabies and dreams of what could be Hidden worlds and wonderlands of things they couldn't see Shining gowns and silver crowns for dancing with the prince Twirling with excitement, though the others weren't convinced Dear intimidation, did you find it to be true All I ever needed was an overdose of you Silly stares and laughter slowly flood a child's mind Making me abandon every daydream I could find Lost beneath the shadows of the sky so dark and dead Far too weak to turn around, yet scared of things ahead Dear destructive ten

Daddy, please don't touch me. It doesn't feel good. It makes me feel.. Naughty. Daddy, please don't hit me. I didn't mean to disappoint you. When you hit me, it makes me feel... Bad. Daddy, please don't hurt her. Mommy didn't do anything. When you hit her, it makes me feel.. Mad. Daddy, please don't say you love me. I know you're lying. When you say you still want me, it makes me feel... Sad. Daddy, please stop screaming at her. You already killed her. When you scream at her, it makes me feel.. Angry. Daddy, stay there. Let me sink the knife into your throat. When you bleed, it makes me feel.. Alive. Daddy, aren't you happy now? As you

Mommy, he said it, he said it was true. Mommy, he said it, he said "I love you." Mommy, he said it, he said it was real Mommy, please know how to think, how i feel Mommy, this love is the truth, it's the way Mommy, he said it, he said it today. Mommy, he's lying, he's lying to me Mommy, he's telling a lie, can't you see? Mommy, he never did mean what he said Mommy, his voice is pounding in my head. Mommy, he's lying, his love isn't pure Love's a disease and he's finding the cure. Mommy, he's lying, what else can I say... Mommy, he hit me, he killed me today. Mommy, he lied to me, why did he lie? Mommy, he lied through his tears, through hi

I love the little baby that I never got to hold The baby that I never got to see. And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too If only that baby got to be. I love the little baby that was never able to smile Never even able to survive. And maybe that baby would have a life worth living If only that baby was alive. And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs. And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby And no way to describe the way it was loved.

I am thirteen years old. I am not typical. I am not average. I am me. I have been in two mental facilities. Both times for thoughts of suicide. I am not emo. I am not a freak. I am me. My mother attempted suicide about six months ago. My sister attempted suicide when i was eight. But, I am not a victim. I am not tortured. I am me. My father had a heart attack just over a week ago. He was hospitalized for nine days. He recently returned to the hospital for kidney problems. I suffer from Bipolar Disorder with Psychotic Features. I have hallucinations. I have delusions. But I am not a disorder. I am not my difficulties. I am not my troubles.

Slide the blade across your wrist. Again. Again. Again. Stop. "Doesn't it hurt?" I can't feel anything. "A little." Punch your own stomach. Harder. Harder. Does it hurt yet? Yes. Keep going. "Why do you do that?" The pain makes me feel alive. "I don't know." Stare. Cry. Scream. Stop. Keep staring. "What's wrong with you?" I'm dead inside. "Nothing." "Emotional freak." I'm just depressed. "Sorry." Stare at your arms. Your stomach. Your waist. Your thighs. "What are you doing?" I'm ugly. "Never mind." "Attention seeker." I just have low self esteem. "I'm sorry." Cuts. Scars. Tears. Emotions. "Emo." "Scene girl." "Psycho." I'm just human

Shh. Don't tell. Shut up. Sit there. And don't Say Anything. "Are you okay?" No. "I'm fine." Turn off the light. On again. Off. "What are you doing?" Breaking. Dying. "Nothing." Stare. You can't fight the shadows. They'll kill you if you tell. Shut up. Scream. Rip your hair out. Cover your eyes. Uncover them. Cover them again. Lock the door. But look Now you're trapped. Unlock it. Lock it again. "What's wrong?" Everything. "Nothing." Don't take the medication. It's poison. Don't drink the water. Don't eat your dinner. Don't sleep. You Won't Survive. "I don't know you anymore. Who have you become?" I

Now it's Girlfriend!ReaderXBoyfriend!Matthew. Matthew had the worst habit of just slipping french into lots of conversation, you wanted to accuse him of being a weeabo but found you couldn't do that to your adorable little canadian boyfriend, plus most canadians did know french but not many slipped it into their english. And at this point you felt like it was at your expense, the little smirk he got when he said the french words made you suspect something but this was Matthew! He couldn't do a dirty or harmful thing to anyone ever. . It happened a lot at the most random times but you needed to find out what those little comments were. You t