Speaking in Tongues• Show poetry

"Razors pain you, rivers are damp;
acid stains you, drugs cause cramps;
Guns aren't lawful, nooses give;
Gas smells awful, you might as well live"
-Dorothy Parker

"My hunger, my thirst, my loneliness, my boredom and fear were all weapons aimed at my enemy; the world. They didn't matter a whit to the world, of course, and they tormented me, but I got a gruesome satisfaction from my sufferings. They proved my existence."
-Susanna Kaysen

I'm sick of trying to explain myself, trying to describe myself, searching for a way to tell you who I am, when in honesty I change with every passing second.

I'm a mess. I'm on one of those damned one way streets, backing up when it's clear, only to accelerate at super-human speeds back into the land of starvation and tears. With the downfall of blood came the emergence of emptiness (and God alone knows in how many more ways than one)

There's a certain comfort I grasp from smiling. I love fooling the world. Sometimes I am a compulsive liar. I frequent the shallowness of society on a daily basis, where greed, self-obsession, and downtrodden spirits are rife. Other times, I battle against my own insecurities in an attempt to drag others out of the pit I've dug for myself where they share my anxieties and depression, to salvage any hope for them to carry on with life, to help them seek out the little good there is to live for.

And sometimes... sometimes, I'm happy and the world dances around me in vibrant colours and whimsical tunes that take me back to a childhood I never had.

Welcome to my life.

Now that you're afraid or weary of me, you may be on your way.




From Girl Interrupted

Lisa: Why doesn't anybody reach in and rip out the truth? And tell me that I'm a fucking whore? Or that my parents wish I were dead?

Susanna: Because you're already dead, Lisa!



"Don't you hate it when you feel nothing? ...Not nothing, but you can't figure out how you feel because it's just too deep under the surface?" - Clare, you're genius, hidden underneath a fake smile that's the most beautiful lie that the world has ever had, and will ever be blessed with. Yes, good luck with everything. Always here.
<3




"You told me that you want to die
I said I've been there myself more than a few times
And I go back every once in a while
You called me lucky, you.. you called me lucky.

You said tonight is a wonderful night to die
I asked you how you could tell you told me to look at the sky
Look at all those stars,
Look at how goddamn ugly the stars are.

It's one or another
Between a rope and a bottle
I can tell you're having trouble breathing

Because you'll never be okay-
You'll always be in pain, you'll always feel this way.
Because things they never work out right
(The wrong way, the lonely way)
You'll always be in pain."



"Happiness is a firecracker sitting on my headboard
Happiness was never mine to hold
Careful child, light the fuse and get away
‘Cause happiness throws a shower of sparks

Happiness damn near destroys you
Breaks your faith to pieces on the floor
So you tell yourself, that’s probably enough for now
Happiness has a violent roar"



"Clearly, clearly I remember
Days of useless crying
Almost feeling dead

Oh perhaps, perhaps if I was smaller
Perhaps, I could control myself
Perhaps if I was

Just a little bit stronger
Just a little bit wiser
Just a little less needy
And maybe I'd get there...

Just a little bit pretty
Just a little more aware
Just a little bit thinner
And maybe I'd get there..."




"There's a hard rain falling, flooding your attic, it's clear
Can't put out the fire that resides in you, my dear
There's something I should tell you, for we may not have much time
I've never seen scars like yours"




"I don't know the first time I felt unbeautiful
The day I chose not to eat
What I do know is how I changed my life forever
I know I should know better
There are days when I'm okay
And for a moment
For a moment I find hope
But there are days when I'm not okay
And I need your help
So I'm letting go"





"Bones are beautiful
My drug of choice
Striving for perfection
And I'm driven to
Run to you
In the wrong direction
How does that make you feel?
Why can't I make you see?



Starving for Attention
-Geri Karlstrom

"Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Starving for attention
Too much on my plate
Things that I can't face
Starving for attention

I can't be myself
The mirror tells
Lies and says I'm ugly
Am I really here?
I cut my skin
It takes a knife to find me
I can't make me feel
So now I have to bleed

Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Starving for attention
Too much on my plate
Things that I can't face
Starving for attention

Hungry empty
Lost in her pain
She can't tell you
So she slowly fades away

Mom and Daddy look
It's your little girl
Dying for attention
Too much on her plate
Things that she can't face
Starving for attention
Craving your attention
She's dying for your attention"








All my writings are my own, and unless specified, are personal.

Love me or hate me, there's nothing you can do about it.