Butterflies in the yard,
Playing in the sun,
Everyone is so happy that summer has finally come.
Food on the grill,
Everyone around,
But all you can seem to do is stare at the ground.
You worry that they will see your scars,
Under the light of the shining stars.
Or point out that on your face a smile did not dwell,
And that you didn’t answer when they asked if you were well.
Maybe they’ll ask why you wear a sweater and jeans,
Or maybe why you didn’t finish you’re baked beans.
Will they take a shrug for an answer?
Or maybe not.
Maybe they’ll mention how you zone out a lot.
Or maybe a small child will point your
Butterflies in the yard,
Playing in the sun,
Everyone is so happy that summer has finally come.
Food on the grill,
Everyone around,
But all you can seem to do is stare at the ground.
You worry that they will see your scars,
Under the light of the shining stars.
Or point out that on your face a smile did not dwell,
And that you didn’t answer when they asked if you were well.
Maybe they’ll ask why you wear a sweater and jeans,
Or maybe why you didn’t finish you’re baked beans.
Will they take a shrug for an answer?
Or maybe not.
Maybe they’ll mention how you zone out a lot.
Or maybe a small child will point your
The reason I stopped trying by MikkiMarie, literature
Literature
The reason I stopped trying
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because you'll never understand.
I carry dreams inside a fist
While you hold cruelty in your hand.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because I've been through so much hate
I've been through knives and ropes and scars
And wounds and blood and blades.
I'm just going to stop trying.
Because through all I've had to do..
The ignorance of people
Is the worst thing I've been through.
I'm just going to stop trying.
And you want to know the truth?
The reason I've stopped trying
Is because of those like
You.
Twigs scraping viciously at open wounds
Stabbing my flesh as I quickly sprint through
A forest so dark, and so cold, and so thick
My heart has been shattered, it’s making me sick
Ripped dirty clothing and blood in my eyes
No one is near to hear my fatal cries
Battling words while I’m battling fists...
How do you fight what just doesn’t exist?
I may live inside my own, twisted universe
I may change, sometimes for the worst.
What's normal to me is not normal for you.
Sometimes I just do what I need to do.
Behind a brick wall, I hoped someone would break it
I threw out my heart hoping someone would take it.
But I got tired of hiding and tired of hating
And instead of throwing myself at every guy, I'm waiting.
I'm sick of the person I tried to be
So basically, here I am, I will be me
I'm sick of the hatred, would you not agree?
.. Basically I'm sick of society.
I am the shadow, and I am the light
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
Sitting in my room once again,
wondering why I'm still here.
I often do this to myself,
my head filling up with fear.
I loved you so much,
but you decided you needed to leave.
The razors are now my friends,
do you realize how much this hurts me?
I open my box of razors,
the memories come flowing out.
My lips open as if to speak,
but no screams come to shout.
I take one from the box,
gripping it ever so tightly.
And think back on our old love,
when you'd cuddle me nightly.
I grip onto it even tighter,
and drag it along my skin.
The stinging brings me joy,
even when the slits are so thin.
The sting of you leaving me,
it just doesn't compare.
T
Hey. My name's Daisey. This is my first journal entry so I thought I would start out with a little bit about me so....ya.
My Favorite color is blue/pink. I'm 12 years old. I enjoy art, though I don't think i'm that good at it. I do origami in my free time. Music is my life, without it i'm lost. I write too.(On my Wattpad account. check out my work or just my profile:@daiseyprewitt1117)
I live in Illinois. I have 3 brothers and 2 sisters. I love One direction, Food, Demi Lovato, Jake Correa (My boyfriend), and singing. I like to make new friends.
This next part is a little bit personal but if you check out some of my work on here or some