Writing Prompt

I don’t think I’ll ever be enough

I’m not pretty enough

Skinny enough

Happy enough

I wish I was

I really do

And I do try

I wear makeup to pretty enough

I don’t eat to be skinny enough

And I force a smile to be happy enough

But I know I’m not

I’m not pretty enough not even close

I can’t even look at a picture of myself without feeling sick

I’m not skinny enough not at all

I can’t look ...

She doesn’t know

I told her how I felt and she made me feel useless.

More useless than a candy wrapper or a broken toy.

She doesn’t know why I hate my birthdays.

She doesn’t know why I sit awake at night.

She doesn’t know why I hate boys.

She doesn’t know what each scar represents.

She doesn’t know how many of them are from her.

She doesn’t know how much I hate myself.

She doesn’t...

You shouldn’t have done that.

Why would you do that?

The pit in her stomach was endless. It clawed at her insides, eternally dissatisfied. It pulled and knotted and choked her with its disgust, sucking away the transient relief.

How could you do that?

Her throat was thick and suffocating, it strangled her and forced tears from her eyes, burning against her cheeks. She couldn’t breathe, c...

don’t you want to be skinny?

be free of those eye bags,

those fat legs,

the tangled hair,

the small lashes,

the hairy legs,

your face,

everything?

don’t you want to be pretty?

be honest to yourself.

because you’re not.

_this is a poem to myself because i can’t write this stuff in my journal because i’m afraid my mom will find it, don’t listen to me you guys probably have these features and are b...

The tremor of your lip,

The wideness of your eyes,

Tears about to fall,

Hot, lava tears.

Lava tears slide down your cheek,

Emotions so strong

They make you feel weak.

There’s a burning in your chest

And on your cheeks,

Your brain can’t seem to

Give it a rest,

All around you,

You’re seen as a mess.

A sobbing,

Trembling mess.

Lava tears

Falling for years

And years to come.

Your shoulders...

I have written up to day 13 of my pride collection

Here is a slight sneak peak

SPOILERS

Pride Collection 7: Twisted

Pride Collection 8: You are you

Pride Collection 9: Everyone is unique

Pride Collection 10: Beautiful

Pride Collection 11: The voices

Pride collection 12: Jesus loves you too

Pride collection 13: Exploration

I will write this next bit as a poem so This doesn’t get take...

Ate too much of a trigger food

Stood too long in a store

Was there for others while in pain myself

Did too much standing up

And didn’t get enough sleep

Now I just want to weep

Don’t want to take medicine

And I don’t know why

Was it a punishment

Or just my bad judgment

I will blame the pain

On myself

not my body

Or circumstances

Because everything

Is always

My fault...

I always seem to gravitate towards strong negative (though I really hate that adjective for feelings) emotions, so I wanted to give a go at a more joyful poem.

Sun blooms and the grass is green

And somehow there is this thing inside me

That I’ve never felt

It glows like a ray of light,

And that saying doesn’t work here

“Out of sight, out of mind”

Rain pours down, strong and heavy, but that ray of...

Never have I felt my heart clench,

Overflowing my vision with vibrant red,

Touch and shoves turn to hits,

Halting the world’s endless spins;

I can feel my blood boiling over,

Noticing how balled my fists are as

Guts get battered under them.

Bruises my headspace with each hit,

Unable to chill in a preheated oven,

Too stubborn to let anyone stop us.

Violence is never the answer, I’ll agree,

I can’...

I feel red hot. Like at any moment I could explode. My hands shake and I start to hyperventilate. I need to calm down but my usual deep breathing is failing me. I feel so strongly words start to fail me. This is bad because if my words leave I will lose this argument. No, no it’s more than an argument, it’s a fight. My words are my best, and only, weapon. Without them I am too vulnerable.I feel my...