No dejare de llorar hasta que pueda liberar la culpa.

Mi almohada una vez más está empapada, mi cara salada y mis ojo hinchados y que arden.

Otra vez estoy cansado, muy cansado, mis ojeras lo pueden decir todo.

Mi madre con su insoportable voz gritando desde temprano solo por no haber hecho algo que ella pudo haber hecho antes.

Mi hermana durmiendo como si nada.

Y yo queriendo llorar una vez más por sentirme una mierda insuficiente.

Ive lived so many lives, but the one where i ended up with you is still my favourite

Mint Pt 2

You taste of mint

It's stuck between my teeth

And stains my tongue

So now I'm stuck with the taste of mint

(Of you)

In my mouth

But now mint is all I crave

And all I can't have

But the cravings won't go away

Neither will the aches

Please kiss my lips

So I may taste the taste of mint

(Of you)

On my lips

Why Let Go?

You were my first love

And my first heartbreak

The first person I yearned for

The first person I never wanted to let go of

So why'd I let you go?

i am eighteen, standing here with withered sunflowers in my hand and i’m telling you i’ve never felt younger. look, there’s a river, there’s a flood and we’re drowning ourselves in some kind of ancient hunger. am i tragically beautiful enough for the wounds under this blood-soaked sundress, under the very surface of my skin to matter? someone once said we’re just cosmic jokes and if that’s true, then the biggest one is i still think of myself as nothing more than someone’s daughter. i’m at this crimson threshold, screaming at the top of my lungs but i wonder if you can hear me over the roaring thunder.

“i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home. good god, i just want to sleep without worrying about any bad dreams. tonight, will you please come to the graveyard with me?”

// homecoming

👽Hard Truths to Accept...Coming Soon👽

Speechless moments shared in the silence between two lovers.

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Dying Pretty

*tw?

Only when I lay in bed at night

Staring at the white chipped ceiling

Do I feel the hunger settle in my stomach

Calories in VS calories out

My mind has become a calculator

Number after number after number

I’m feeling number.

“All for a good cause” they say

But I no longer know what that cause is.

I’m dying but I’m pretty.

I’m dead but I died pretty.

Skinny. Pretty.

Pretty skinny…

Teenagers and YA

Us

Us teenagers and young adult,

we are lost

In this society.

We are thought to be this

or that.

We grew up on this

and we realize,

that it’s not what we want.

We thought that we wanted but no.

We start to create a new society.

A better society.

New peoples.

Better peoples.

It’s in our heads first then,

we talked about it between us, between teenagers and young adult

and we finally talk about it with our parents, grand-parents.

Those people we grew up with.

They don’t listen to us.

They tell us that we are stupid and crazy.

So, because we don’t have their help, we make it in our own ways.

We write books.

We draw.

We sing.

We create actually.

Because, it’s the only way we can share out toughs and be heard by the people who understand us, other teenagers and young adults.

By Val (17.04.21)

I dont know when i stopped being scared of the dark.

Its probably nothing deep.

Maybe it was when young teenage me hoped for a vampire to come out of the shadows.

Or when i realised that theres nothing scary in the dark just the same room, the same street and the same stuff just with the light turned off.

Or maybe just maybe it was something deep.

Like finding comfort in the dark.

You cant see me in the dark so you cant judge me, same thing goes the other way.

Idk.

Its probably silly.

37

he’s someone who hurts people

not everyone, just the girls who

out of kindness

compassion

good will

offer him their company.

he throws it back at them

spitting in their face. screaming

like a child in need of milk, love, bath

he wants them to hurt for him

he’s someone who hurts people

because his pain is so noble

and beautiful

and admirable

it’s what he wants you to think of him

but it isn’t what’s true

what’s true is that he’s cruel

he’s someone who hurts people

refusing to be helped

he basks in the pain

and asks why you wont take it

Good morning 🖤☕

eat 🍽

first, you adapt then differentiate don't leave no food on the plate--

starving artist hunger artist either way all we eat is cake

I was thinking about tomorrow yesterday and about how all we got is time word to Flava Flav;

like john henry I just pave the way and at this wordsmithing I slave away

like Harriet came got me; ain't no slave catcher gonna stop me; life ain't no crystal stair but I'm up them steps like Rocky--

poverty was the lock and the key; had to make the choice between hope and sanity then deliver the final word in a love letter to my vanity ps. affection ain't a calamity

tell Belle the beauty was in the beast, without the fangs and shit its like bread without the yeast-- you can still eat but can you really eat? you can still be but can you really be?

We all create our own monsters

Not every question has an answer

Sometimes pain does not have a purpose

It just hurts and you did not deserve it

But you are still trying to be the bigger man

To love more than you’ve been hurt

And baby you have been hurt a lot

I am so sorry that the world is not fair

That the people who were meant to protect you

To love you without condition

Those were the ones that hurt you the most

And I get it, all you’ve ever wanted is to be loved

But baby some people do not deserve the love you give so willingly

It is okay to be selfish and selective of who gets those pieces of you

Because in the end all we have is our self

Writer’s Block 365

Undeniable

My calling screams from within

And I will answer

Writer’s Block 364

I haven’t touched the peak

And if this is just my beginning

The story has many more pages

Bad chapters don’t define me

A stumble in a sentence is not who I am

And I am more than a lack luster word

I am totality

And in this era of microwaved satisfaction

I’ll take my time

So I can stand the test of time

Each sentence, every paragraph, mark all my words.