Just One of Those Days

"This is the worst day of my life,"
she says casually
as she has a million plus times before.
She slams the door of her room,
blocking the outside world,
the chaos,
and her parents.

Everything is always going wrong
and there's nothing she can do.
"Leave me alone!"
she yells,
not really talking to anyone in particular.
She draws in a deep breath.
She inhales her troubles,
her sorrows, her secrets.

She exhales nothing-
all of her feelings stay locked inside.
She keeps them close until they consume
her soul slowly-bit by bit.
Her angry music blasts loudly,
heard down the street.
But she doesn't care.

She is only concerned with her troubles,
and she can't seem to get them out of her mind.
They stay there eating away her other thoughts.
Jumping onto her bed and burying her head
into the covers as deep as they can go,
she looks back on her day, sighs,
and gets ready for tomorrow.

--Jenny Sharaf

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Numb

The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
I'm numb to the pain,
Numb to the blood,
Too numb to realize what's happening,
To realize what I'm doing.
One cut follows another,
and another,
Till I can't stop.
The razor falls from my hand,
Blood drips down my arm,
Tears roll down my cheeks.
What have I done?

--Jessica Dubose

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Anorexia

She wraps her arms around you;
Holds you extra tight.
She locks her lips against you;
Sucks you of all your life.
You are mesmerized by her power,
Until you come around.
Then it is too late to fight,
For you have already fallen to the ground.
So another day passes by,
With you wrapped up in her coils.
So many stop to wonder why,
You don't bother to toil...
The idea of being set free.
You know they don't know...
How she holds the key,
To life,
To love,
To live,
Everlasting,
Forever untouched.
You breathe.
She does not know the difference
between your soul and hers.
She latches onto you,
Hoping to serve the purpose of nothing,
In the deepest of nights,
As she breathes down your back,
Reminding you it's not worth the fight,
To be set free,
Once again;
Only is it,
To wind up back where you have always been?
--Anonymous

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Depression

depression is what I
feel, taste and see
depression is inside of me
I hardly show it on the outside
but it tries to creep out of me
I don't notice until its too late
I feel like i should keep it in
a feild with a locked gate
with not way out
execpt one way in which
its locked forever inside my mind
depression

--Anonymous

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