What a ludicrous educational system.

We learn about absurd things,

and we’re forced to listen.

Irrelevant topics are taught.

Never learning wisdom.

We aren’t taught self love,

Extraneous instructions are a frequent rhythm.

Such life style triggers depression,

Constant symptoms.

What do you expect when we’re trained as zombies?

It’s normality the conditions.

Our brains are drained and our eyes no longer

Glisten.

Numbness is what I feel.

Absolute glumness.

Melancholy very real.

Good things always tumble,

And the sea is where I am.

Grumble.

The sound of the waves falling.

Fumble.

I don’t understand.

Why do I feel this way?

The world used to seem grande.

But now I always feel,

Like I’m sinking in quicksand.

I used to think everything was real.

Within the past months,

Everything has been revealed.

I’ve realized that

The world actually conceals.

Everything is ideal,

At first.

I used to be super happy.

But now I’m cursed.

Everything revealed,

Is the absolute worst.

I want happiness so desperately,

It’s a thirst.

My sadness is too strong,

I’m a cloudburst.

I crave the days

Where everything was wrong.

The world was fake,

But at least my heart didn’t ache.

I’m restless, wide awake.

Take me back to bed,

I’m done with this heartbreak.

Seven months ago,

Everything was in colour.

The world,

would sometimes even glow.

Seeds of joy would constantly grow.

Woah,

But then I let go,

And now I’m kind of a hoe.

Back in May,

I was so innocent.

My flashbacks of purity,

Are constantly on replay.

Positivity was all I’d weigh.

Back then I was a good girl,

I would even pray.

i would compare everything to a bouquet,

Everything was so beautiful in my eyes.

I’m nostalgic for those days..

Now I party and I even smoke.

I would never have considered that before.

”Yeah I want some weed.”

Would only be considered a joke.

Now I sometimes hurt myself.

I choke.

Back then I coped,

Because I actually spoke.

I’m so broken now.

I’m so numb.

I just want someone to rub my palm,

With their thumb.

And to remind me that my negative thoughts,

Are just dumb.

I want to overcome,

My numbness.

Someone hand me a compass,

That guides me to prosperity

Instead of this ruckus.

You are beautiful,

for your quirks.

You were born freely,

Bountiful.

People may be jealous,

And attempt to use their dirks.

But you aren’t chewable,

You aren’t easy to cut or chew,

You’re strong.

And your aura is a wondrous song.

People may attempt to hurt you,

Daylong.

Let it graze you,

And never phase you.

Smirk in their faces,

And remain at work.

Pursue your goals,

And ignore those jerks,

Who constantly lurk..

and attempt to prowl

And devour your soul.

Keep your head held high,

Stroll.

Ignore those trolls.

They view you as their delicacy.

Yet it’s empty,

Their bowls.

Because you don’t allow them to feed,

You watch them starve,

As they stare at you cravingly.

They may plead,

Or look at you with greed,

however you know,

that if you go to near,

They’ll make you bleed.

So stay far,

And remain freed.

Stay happy and jeer.

Don’t let them shatter your soul,

Nonexistent tear.

Steer away,

You are beautiful my dear.

mirror mirror on the wall,

shatter yourself before you make young girls

f a l l .

Their heads are being filled with lies because of you.

They want to look like dolls.

Deceitful perfection.

You mock them,

Making them feel small.

When they see themselves,

They just want to crawl

Because they don’t look like all.

They want to be slim,

“Drop ten pounds” is their hymn.

Starving themselves and

Always hitting the gym.

They get so frail,

You see their limbs.

They’re the typical sad girl,

The perfect pseudonym.

The pounds constantly drop,

Yet they remain worthless within.

Beauty is preferred over health,

Their hearts stop.

If they aren’t at the top,

They puke.

When someone compliments them,

They view it as some fluke.

Their goals and dreams rebuked.

Getting skinny is the vital concern.

Calories.

Burn. Burn. Burn.

Everything they earn,

They hate.

They feel nauseated,

they sometimes faint.

But they never learn.

Because skinniness is what they yearn.

Hatred for their faces too.

They cover them with paint.

Contentment is what they ain’t.

Every feature is attaint.

Mirror mirror on the wall, Shatter yourself.

You aren’t a saint.

You’re wicked.

And twisted.

Twisting the thoughts of the young.

For with you,

Deaths are predicted.

Your value is insipid.

They cry,

Their mascaras dripping liquid.

~victoria k

I was whizzing through the sky,

the breeze felt good,

my movements were incredibly spry,

why walk?

when angels only fly.

my movements were enigmatic,

or rather sly,

as I dashed through the sky.

The fluffiness of the clouds,

the blueness of the sky was so loud.

I was so high I couldn’t see the ground,

It cowed.

my typical aily round.

in the air,

all negative thoughts drowned.

only positivity was found.

radiation.

joyful melodies were the only accepted sound.

Resound.

While I soared through the sky.

And said my last goodbyes,

To haunting memories,

or the traumas that used to make me cry.

Now choosing to view things cleverly.

And leaving behind the brokenness of centuries.

Each baggage forgotten,

Every.

I was done with my traumatic reveries.

I chose a different path instead.

It filled my life with bread and treasuries.

Forgiveness was chosen.

My new life tasted ambrosian.

Without forgiveness I lived in the cold,

now everything is unfrozen.

demons can no longer cozen

my life.

joyful melodies were being sounded by the

fife...

As I gave my soul to god,

He granted me an abundance of ebullience.

rife..

Vanished was my strife.

All this happened as I glided through the sky,

letting my old self die,

looking god in the eye,

keeping my head held high,

and saying my last goodbye.

I regret the day I left you,

I only did because I was suffering from a sickness,

Not the flu.

But severe sadness.

I miss everything you’d do,

To make me smile,

To make the good moments last for a while.

I miss living in your kind of lifestyle.

I miss how we were so close,

No miles.

I remember how we met,

And how we road the school bus.

I remember touching your jaw,

The long ride I was in awe.

Your beauty was unlike the rest.

You’d wear a vest

Of glowing joy.

You weren’t just a kind boy..

Everything I thought was destroyed,

Flaws and chaos,

You saw with beauty,

You enjoyed.

Your heart was truly blessed.

You never relied on stress.

You viewed life as a challenging quest.

Please grab my hand.

The current of this ocean is strong,

Pulling me down like quick sand.

Please I’m begging you,

I’m drowning in life,

But my biggest aspiration is to stand.

I wanted to live a life a joy,

A life of unforgettable memories,

However, my life itinerary didn’t go as planned.

My life has no meaning,

Everything I do is for a documentary.

My beliefs have crashed,

I’m materialistic,

Always concerned about accessories.

Every trauma haunts me.

Every.

I cope with alcohol and isolation.

They’re my remedies.

I hate falling asleep.

It’s as if there’s a demonic creep

Lurking near me

When my unconsciousness falls deep.

My nightmares are a constant upkeep.

Mostly I wake up terrified,

But sometimes I weep.

Salted tear stains tint my eyes.

The unconsciousness is a world of vivid lies.

When I’m lucky,

I dream about guys.

But the majority of the time,

Someone dies.

Most of my dreams,

I face my demise.

If I die,

It’s more like a prize.

Because if it’s someone I love

That dies,

I wake up in cries.

Sometimes I think my fate is

Death by tsunami waves.

Mainly because I always dream about them,

And I never get saved.

I always see the trave

Arising.

It’s as though it’s destiny,

To reach my grave.

A nine year old shouldn’t be hurting herself. She should be playing with her barbies. That was not the case for her childhood... She remembers her dad barging into her room afterwards. When he came in she remembered him seeing her aching arms. Most parents would be concerned from seeing that. But no. Her father yelled at her, which made her feel even worse.

You think that’s bad?

No no no no no.

PICTURE THIS. A little girl next to her father in a car. The father is driving home. They were at the beach. It’s an hour long drive. The five year old girl is looking outside perfectly content with the scenery. She’s content with the silence. Why’s there silence? The radio is busted. The father then says to the girl sing me a song. The girl sings a song for her father. Sing me another one. You see... the girl is only five. She doesn’t know very many by heart. She blurts out i don’t know any more. I’m sorry. Thinking it isn’t an issue she returns to gaze out of the window feeling not at ease. It’s as though she knew what was coming. The father then puts his hand on her thigh in a fist. He says sing me a song, I’ll be counting five seconds.. 1..2..3..4..5 The little girl was too panicked to think so she didn’t sing. Within those five seconds he punched her in the thigh. 1...2...3...4...5 He punched her in the thigh again. She was too terrified to think. So, she endured an hour of being punched.