Mel Flowers

Tho appearance fades some turn into words and make it onto paper.

The rest, fuck if I know where they go.

Like emotions, one day they will surface.

I wish they’d make up their mind.

I’ve tried.

Hell I’ve closed my eyes & tried forcing them out.

All I get are empty feelings.

Like the last dropout a 1926 Macallan.

Finished! So I sit in my chair.

Watching the sun fade.

Staring into my mirror.

I see an empty soul.

My vision blurs with tears and I think,

Lost words.

But my mind is so scattered in these emotions that no words make an appearance.

I seem to have forgotten the alphabet.

No fucken words can save me now.

avpdkicking:

• making yourself sleep deprived
• making yourself cold (not wearing warm clothes in the winter, sleeping without a blanket etc)
• not eating
• not drinking
• eating too much
• not looking before crossing the street
• scratching
• letting your skin be dry & break easily
• picking at skin
• over-exercising
• substance abuse
• over-working yourself
• making yourself go out and do things even though you’re exhausted
• putting yourself in anxiety-inducing situations (even if you have a choice to stay out of them)
• triggering yourself
• purposefully angering someone who you know will yell at you
• entering relationships you don’t want to be in/being around people you don’t want to be around
• having sex when you don’t want to
• setting yourself punishments
• not giving yourself time
• not letting yourself spend time with the people you love & know will be good to you

stop assuming that self-harm is visible and easy to notice.