Submissions by DrunkOnRoseWater (diabolous)

Fifteen years old,
She knows what she’s doing with her life.
She’s got plans.
She’s had them for years, tucked in the back of her head.
She knows where she’ll be in just twenty more years.
She knows her method, knows her spot.
She’s got a date with her dealer for eleven o’clock sharp.
She’ll do something fantastic a few years down the road,
Grab a needle,
Shoot her blood full of heroin.
Take her knife and slit her wrists,
Radius right down to the joint.
Because that’s all there is for her.

She’ll be sleeping under the...

I can’t be sad.
Sadness is self-pity.
How can I be sad while those around me struggle to live?
I can’t have a bad day.
It’s weakness and self-indulgence.
I can’t falter when it’s my job to keep people happy,
To learn to stuff my problems away so I can shoulder other people’s.
No tears.
No cuts.
No feelings.
I must be the pure water to wash away others’ pains.
But every day I am less and less clean.
Every day there is something new to dirty the water.
Too many secrets are cracking my skin.
I have stopped being able to heal. ...

Though I come, walking,
Slowly to you,
I want to run.
You are Poison in the eyes
Of the Others,
But damn them all.
They have never thought on their own.
They are still children clinging
To mother’s legs,
Eyes reflecting only the world
Their physical form is tied to.
Only reflecting what they
Have been taught.
But I,
I see past the blinds
Put on our eyes.
I have torn away the ribbons
They bound me with.
I am free.
Is insanity bad,
If you see
What you want to see?
So I go to you, ...