Sakurabachan16

"Hm, yes finally""I'm back now, now let us see" "These pages, if it wasn't for me" "You would have never written them" "You told them, your life through the pages" "But you forgot about me huh?" I never wanted to talk about it "Too late now Isaiah, where were we?" "Ah, it's all coming back to me now" "We had it thought out in the darkness" "Crying in there like a baby" I wish my brother was here "We all do, So you can shut up about it" "Wait, are really trying to cage me?" "I'm the one that made this happen" "I'm the main attraction" "Now" "Oh, you don't want in me in your life?" "I know its hard to say that" "I told you I'

I stare at my therapist my eyes feel like they have gone black like black ink is pouring into my irises as though death is standing in front of me she is talking about insurance I say mhm I nod I tell her that I was suicidal yesterday and this morning I tell her about the dark images that intrude into my mind images of cutting my skin open images of tying a rope around my neck images of jumping off a bridge she briefly acknowledges she asks me to use external labels she asks me to name suicide I laugh suicide is too serious to name but she insists it's a "joke" that it is "just passing the pain on to others" I nod I say m

I'm scared as hell to want you, But here I am anyway, You're the drug I want to overdose to, You make my mind think I can't stay away, The drug I inhale at night to deal with the pain during the day. You can make my heart skip a beat and race, Everytime I see you I need you even more, Before I know it you're gone without a trace, Leaving me feeling broken and torn, But when you're here with me I feel like I am reborn. Please stay with me, don't leave me alone, Without you I'm nothing, I need your energy, I want to feel you coarsing through my veins, I need you to give yourself to me, And give me the world that I was meant to see. You took

my heavy sigh causes a quake in the flame of the candle at my bedside. it thrashes madly, then quietly settles into a gentle quiver, hugging the wick closer shrinking from its shimmering brilliance to the smallest wisp of exhaustion.

today I can see about 4X10 inches of bright blue sky out my window there are metal bars blocking my view decorated with orange flowers their pipe cleaner stems cling to the bars overgrown weeds sway in the breeze I’m not in a prison cell just my basement bedroom today I’m trying to wake up enough to write about the weather I’m trying to exercise my literary prowess I have no complaints about being a basement dweller I feel comfort as I’m cuddled up in my cozy blanket I feel at ease in having a couple feet of earth between me and the suns sizzling rays today I imagine it’s “gorgeous” and

Erased emotions Thundering, the thoughts Endless erosions.

What do we call a candle fire That can't burn metal?What do we call a candle fireThat we can't feel its heat? They say it's the fire that keeps us alive Yet gets faded and wearyThey say it's the fire that roams freeYet abide by rules of natureThey say it's the fire that only those belonged to them can controlBut can be smothered by othersThey say it's the fire that can burn with grace  But also can burn us with haste Sometimes we hate it Sometimes we love itSometimes we fasten it Sometimes we let it work its own devices Sometimes it gets to the point we don't want to bare it Only those who hold their own fire can omit thisThose who separate f