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The sensation on my skin is the only thing left.
The touching moment of flame to flesh engulfs me.
The only feeling known.
Burning. Fire and ash.
I wonder how long this will last.
Fire and Ash.
It hurts more than I’d hoped for,
But it’s worth it.

» Posted By MD On 05.05.2013 @ 8:00 pm


Happiness is all I really want.
Too bad for me happiness can only be achieved alongside skinniness.
Guess I have to keep making myself vomit everyday.

» Posted By MD On 10.07.2012 @ 5:25 pm


And that was it. We were off on our race. That one simple word. The word that is so benigh sometimes, so harmful at others, and so nice still at others. Why is it begin? does a beginning always have an ending? In a race there is always the finish, but what if that is not the finish for you?

» Posted By MD On 09.20.2012 @ 3:31 pm


I recall going to a spa once, when I was in probably fifth grade, with two of my closest friends. They were twins, tall and graceful with pale skin and shiny brown hair that reached their waists. I recall feeling incredibly awkward around them, never as beautiful. My golden-tanned skin didn’t look as soft and pretty as their ivory skin, and my thin, almond eyes paled in comparison to their wide eyes.

» Posted By MD On 09.09.2012 @ 1:22 pm


I thought I covered it up pretty well.
But apparently he heard me vomiting through the paper-thin walls of the hotel.

» Posted By MD On 09.02.2012 @ 9:35 pm


He described the memory as being misty.
Because he passed out.
After he thought he saw me.
After he thought I told him it was all a joke.
That I had never stopped loving him.
That I had lied.

» Posted By MD On 08.17.2012 @ 5:06 pm


I refused today.
It’s what I really wanted.
But I refused it.
Why the hell did I do that?

» Posted By MD On 08.27.2012 @ 4:42 pm


Carbon is a girl’s best friend.
Carbon is a diamond.
Diamond can cut through glass.
Just as a girl can cut through your heart.

» Posted By MD On 08.26.2012 @ 1:06 pm


The chain of events have led me here.
I am looking around me, around the vast dark room that I have spent months-no, years now-in.
I look up at the tall steel walls built up around me.
I put them there, I built up a barrier.
I’ve kept people out for so long, I’ve forgotten how to let them in.

» Posted By MD On 08.25.2012 @ 11:13 am


Halfway down the hallway I realized that while what I wanted was a kiss, what I’d be getting was the privilege of almost killing a kid with a peanut butter sandwhich.

» Posted By MD On 08.21.2012 @ 4:29 pm


It was an event that shocked the small town I lived in, one that was carried by whispers in shopping centers and schools.
Everyone was thirsty for the gossip, starving for the latest new morsel of a detail released to the public.
Everyone wanted to know the name of the girl who had killed herself in the school bathroom.

» Posted By MD On 08.19.2012 @ 8:29 pm


I’m in the zone the second the blade touches my skin.
The second the scissors break through the paper thin barrier between my outershell and into my raw emotion.
The second I’m exposed and open.
The second the ruby dots dance on my skin and the metallic scent stings my nose.
The second I’m free.

» Posted By MD On 08.16.2012 @ 9:13 pm


The concept of the plan was to get a kiss.
We both wanted one.
We planned a time to meet.
To share a kiss.
It ended with more deaths than kisses.

» Posted By MD On 08.12.2012 @ 11:00 pm


I dare you to make me cry again.
Really, try.
Because last time you made me cry, you sucked away everything that I had. You sucked away my purpose for life, any shreds of self-esteem I had left.
And now I’m just a shell.
Try to make me cry. I dare you.

» Posted By MD On 08.06.2012 @ 9:50 am


I have a secret.
Everyone will know that secret today.
Everyone will be confused at how I could have hid this secret for so long, so carefully, and just reveal it one day.
It will all be over.
And I’ll finally be free.

» Posted By MD On 08.04.2012 @ 7:05 am


I wonder if this is all a trap.
If he’s tricking me, just to watch me suffer. If he wants me to feel the pain I made him feel before. I wonder if he wants to watch me become broken hearted.

» Posted By MD On 08.01.2012 @ 12:54 pm


I have a method to my madness.
Or so I make it appear.
To everyone my perfection is effortless.
But inside I’m crumbling, bits of me are falling off my heart and slowly eating away at my insides.
My perfection is what’s killing me.
There’s no method to this madness.

» Posted By MD On 08.01.2012 @ 7:12 am


Losses are pieces missing from someone’s heart.
Some are tiny crystal slivers that are hardly missed, that you can easily mend and forget about.
But some are huge chunks that fall to the floor with a thundering crash that echoes in your ears for a lifetime. The sound haunts you in your dreams and puts weight on your shoulders. They pull tears from your eyes like greedy hands desperate to feed on your sorrows.

» Posted By MD On 07.30.2012 @ 4:28 pm


The cabinet held something dear.
Very dear.
He scurried over to the wooden cabinet every night, silently moving over the carpeted floors of the house. On the walls of the living room were hundreds of photos. Hundreds. All polaroids. All of those…those people.
The cabinet was old, made of antique wood and adorned with intricate carvings. On the front side of the cabinet were glass windows with he had covered with sheets. He didn’t want anyone looking inside. Ever.
He pulled the small bronze key out of his pocket and slipped it into the lock. The satisfying click rewarded him with the door popping open. He slipped his hand inside and held what that precious cabinet held. He grinned as a car drove past the house, casting an eerily light across the room and illuminating the photos.

» Posted By MD On 07.28.2012 @ 3:28 pm


I give him props for remaining so strong. He’s been through so much, been beaten down so many times, each time a harder fall than the last. And yet he stands so tall with his shoulders squared. If I ad even an ounce of the courage he had, I could take on my fears. My fears of failure, judgment.

» Posted By MD On 07.27.2012 @ 6:42 pm


I make statements without meaning to sound rude. I speak what’s on my mind on occasion and regret it immensely. I still cannot believe I said it to him, his face looked sadder than anyone else I’d ever seen.
I’d never seen him cry over anything, let alone me.

» Posted By MD On 07.26.2012 @ 8:52 pm


Holder of my heart. Why did you let it fall down the elevator shaft? Didn’t you know the crystal would shatter? That the tiny shards would be forever embedded within me? That the pain would be a constant reminder of your face when I let it all go?

» Posted By MD On 07.24.2012 @ 8:30 pm


The icing on the cake for me, was that he’d never believe me.
Never believe that I didn’t mean to break his heart.
Never believe how much I hurt.
Never believe how much I was harassed for it.
Never believe why the scars on my arms are there.

» Posted By MD On 07.22.2012 @ 12:49 pm


If I were to be murdered, I know who the suspects would be.
Deep down in my heart, I truly know a few people who honestly hate me with such a fiery passion that it would be nothing for them to lift that knife, throw that punch, pull that trigger.
But even deeper down in my heart I know, that if anything were to kill me, it would be my guilt.

» Posted By MD On 07.20.2012 @ 1:20 pm


I remember being in probably fifth grade, and going to my dearest friends’ house to help them prepare for their birthday party. The twins and I rushed around in a flurry of decorating thrill and covered every surface with pretty things. We hung gossamer billows of crepe paper from the staircase and blew up an army of balloons.

» Posted By MD On 07.16.2012 @ 1:02 pm


A crew can be so many different things. It can be a team that simply plays sports together, or it can be something much more malicious. A crew of violent people, all fighting for a cause that springs from their own delirium, that kills and harms the innocent people..

» Posted By MD On 07.16.2012 @ 9:01 am


Doorknob has a bit of a special meaning to me, because at some point in my life I picked it up as an insult.
“Don’t be a doorknob.” I’d say if someone was being particularly annoying or had said something idiotic.

» Posted By MD On 07.13.2012 @ 12:21 pm


Bandages are something I am quite familiar with. Me being the clumsiest person to ever trip around this planet, bandages are a common sight in my house. As a child, the most wonderful bandages were the kind with cartoon or movie characters. Perhaps all the adults should wear these. Then maybe they would smile more.

» Posted By MD On 07.13.2012 @ 6:23 am


Advisers advise, quite obviously. An adviser can take the form of a friend, family member, and occasionally, a stranger. Sometimes a stranger is the best kind of adviser for the simple reason that they are unbiased in every way. They know nothing about you, your life, or anyone else concerned in the matter that you are seeking advice for.

» Posted By MD On 07.11.2012 @ 6:13 pm


A suggestion is sometimes much more compelling than a straight forward ultimatum. When given no choice, one tends to stray from what someone is telling them to do. I guess in a way an ultimatum brings out our rebellious side whereas a suggestion allows us to make a decision, and yet we more than likely will follow whatever idea is planted in our head by a peer.

» Posted By MD On 07.10.2012 @ 8:59 pm

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