How to love a girl who can't love herself. by lupus-astra, literature
Literature
How to love a girl who can't love herself.
one.
When she cries herself to sleep
six out of seven nights a week you must
say nothing. You must simply take
her in your arms and kiss her gaunt,
pale cheeks and wait for her to
slumber at the sound of your heart.
two.
On the days where she wishes she
were part of the stars, tell her
no. Tell her that there are too many
lights in the sky and that just one
would be forgotten the moment you looked
away from it. Tell her that she is perfect
the way she is: completely human.
three.
Don't let her think about the scars
that no one but her can see. If she
says
The harsh reality by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave, literature
Literature
The harsh reality
I try to see
The good side of life
I try to find
The guiding light
But negativity doesn't let go
Of my mind
Making me the bitter,
Negative person that I am
Optimism?
Ha! Who cares?
Through my life
I've built a wall
A wall that surrounds me
And keeps me away
From the world
It looks solid
But it's fragile
It's made of glass
And I wonder
How long it'll last
And who will be the one
To shatter it
And reach the real me
That lurks inside
I just want to be happy,
Is that too much to ask?
I want this pain to go away,
I am tired of wearing my mask.
It is broken and shattered,
much like my heart.
I wear it to hide the pain,
and to hide me falling apart.
It has a plastered on smile,
It comes with a laugh.
It makes me seem happy,
My beautiful mask.
It has shadowed my sadness,
Hid my struggling so well,
I will always wear my mask,
In this sweet living hell.
I'm invisible,
Everyone knows that.
I have not a presence,
I have not a voice,
I have not a reality,
I'm just not there.
It really isn't fun,
Because my emotions
Are ignored,
My ideas, my thoughts,
Are discarded,
My body, my being,
Is pushed around.
Maybe if I
Could open my mouth,
Could make myself talk,
Could make my
Presence known,
I would be seen.
But I cant,
So I'll disappear,
Go back to my world,
And not speak,
Not show emotion,
And be invisible
Again.
You're not a failure for failing by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
You're not a failure for failing
Her small, anxious hands
grabbed the cup, a bit too large
as it slipped down and tumbled to the ground,
the milky mess covering the carpet:
her mother let out a disapproving sigh
and rolled her eyes,
“Will you ever do anything right?”
and that’s when she began
to limit her aspirations,
so that her dreams would never be too large,
so she’d never make any mistakes
she’d never again drop the cup,
but she’d never have enough to drink.
Thoughts I'll never tell you by Tangled-Tales, literature
Literature
Thoughts I'll never tell you
3am.
it seems nighttime
has never looked this dark
(or maybe my emotions
are just blurring
my perception)
squinty eyes turn
to my alarm clock:
a lighthouse
in the roaring black sea
delirium fades,
as the dream
s l o w l y
comes back
How can I miss someone
who wasn't even mine?
This is what we live for—these whispers on our lips
The drying bits of blood on our paper-cut fingertips
Opening the letters that we left our future selves
A bittersweet reminder of those storybooks on the shelves
This is what we live for – this emotion in our souls
The torture and the bittersweet moments of lost control
Biting cracked lips with the dirt beneath our nails
These moments of imperfection as our trains of thought derail
This is what we live for – shutting doors and opening eyes
Smiling for a moment, before the tears reveal our lies
This is what we live for, this reality, this life…
This is what we live for