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White brittle bones peek out from the shudders Haunting, empty eyes gaze back at my own For the skeletons in my closet Haunt me and torture me Threatening to reveal themselves to everyone Threatening to pull me inside with them Threatening to stay; so I can never forget- the way my body recoiled at the touch the fear of withering away the fear of never being whole and much, much more.

And I swear When our eyes meet or our hands brush, I am that sweet milk chocolate I gave you on Valentines day and I melt every time your warmth radiates near me.

I am scared that one day the moon and the stars will call out my name And I will be sinking in a ocean of my own fear; too scared to cry out for help

"What happened to the shepherd?" The child asked his mother. The mother wistfully replied. "He was eaten alive by his own fear." "The fear of what?" he asked. "The fear of failure." she replied. "We all carry the fear, and one day it grew to be too much for the shepherd and he let go of ife." "How come?" "He became selfish and only thought of his own failures and fears. He cast aside any friends or family, any help sent to him." The mother had her son leave, too sad to  also explain the shepherd had in fact been his father. The next day, the boy walked to the dead shepherds field and decided right then and there he would take over his

i'm like a rose falling apart from a child's touch who does not know better their delicate fingers prod me and pull off my petals i am deteriorating; i am dying but i can do nothing for i am simply a flower that could be crushed in the palm of their hands; waiting to be rescued waiting to be understood waiting to be loved waiting to be heard waiting for death

words ache like the breaking of bones like the tearing of skin maybe even worse; then your hands on my face on my body

Break me like your other toys Lets play a sadistic game I want to understand you I want to understand your rage I want to understand why you cry alone at night I want to understand why you dislike change So break me and hurt me Really, its okay But if you don't help me I could deteriorate away Snap me and Bend me Set my rag doll body aflame I am desperate for your love But even more desperate to understand So use me like a toy and throw me away Just let me understand why your in this kind of pain

should i dot my eyes and always cross my legs bat my lashes and never look away from shame should i look in the mirror and not look way tell myself im beautiful and never going to change? flirt with the boys and befriend all the girls, wear high heels? should i smear makeup on my face should i diet all day? should I lie to myself and say Im perfect or that my body is in mint condition? or ignore the red bumps all over my skin, ignore the way it makes me feel when people look away or how when their inches face closer, mine retracks because im afraid they'll realize realize how ugly I truly am should I write a book, get straight A's?

Bones clatter together inside my closet. My skeleton is angry; my skeleton feels empty. I can hear the sound of impact, hit after hit. They want release from their solitary confinement. However I don't think I can provide it when fully aware of what I'd be releasing to the world. My skeleton is like a hefty bag filled with large bones that you carry around, and don't know why. Repeatedly, you are asked what is in the sack that you carry around all the time. Its completely visible and you feebly try to hide it. "Nothing." Your voice sounds like lies, and they know it. They know something is wrong because they see the blood dripping from the

Marks crawl up your wrist What a sweet, sad, and ignorant bliss. - Some hidden creature waits behind your eyes A monster at heart That you attempt to defy - you shed your skin like a snake revealing your true self to those who choose to see whats inside - Pretty blue eyes. Pale, white face. Why is jealousy so frowned upon? Just like darkness, we all possess it. - when hands tremble and tears fall we hide from the world and ourselves - opiate after opiate glazed eyes look in my direction and i cant bear to share a glance with my past