Introductions
by *
UntamedUnwanted
"Hi, I'm-"
"I know who you are."
"You do?"
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"Yeah?"
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
"You're the girl who runs away from love and is always up for a good fight because anger is the only emotion she can deal with without being hurt."
"A fight makes me stronger."
"You're the girl whose eyes shine only when they are as intense as they can ever be."
"And when is that?"
"When you're telling someone you know exactly who they are before they can even know your name."
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Cutter
by ~
WriteByNumbers
She's a cutter, isn't she?
[I can [i] control[/i] this kind of pain.]
She's a cutter, isn't she?
[I just want to be [i] static[/i].]
She's a cutter, isn't she?
[I'm not just [i] alone[/i]; I'm hollow.]
She was a cutter, wasn't she?
[Don't you
ever try to take me back.]
I was one of those people who thought those people who suffer from depression should just, "cheer up." I thought it was a temporary thing, just another flaunting pill that someone could pop, something that just another emo kid whined about. I thought it was all mental, all your spineless slumpings.
I can't believe I thought it was that simple.
I can't believe I thought it was that petty.
That easy.
You don't just have depression; you suffer from it.
It's not just sadness. Depression is more. It's vacancy, it's misery. It's like space. Unpredictable, velvet black which you can sink into, thoughtless. It's pain and nothing in one. It's not that something's is there, hurting you; it's the lack of something. It's the inability to cheer yourself up, just because you don't have the will to do it. To do anything.
I wake up at six or seven, feeling as if I just fell asleep. Because I did. If I don't have anywhere to be, I'll stay in bed for another three hours...or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll sleep until someone wakes me up, because it's so much easier to sit there and pretend that none of it is happening. To act like I'm asleep, and I'm just so tired anyways.
I push through the day either way. I don't know how I'll feel tomorrow, and when people ask what's wrong I'll whisper, "I'm just tired." I am. I'm tired of drifting, and lying and making it easier to lie everyday.
I'm tired of cutting and burning and scratching and pulling and drinking and starving. I'm tired with the fact I'm obsessed with whatever makes my misery go away, only to know that it's only making it worse.
And I'm just tired. Tired of trying. Tired of wanting and sleeping and living and breathing and breaking. So maybe I'll just curl up and forget to eat, or maybe I'll just dream of graves and forget I could ever fly.
Either way.
Either way.