let me silently go on and disapear

I always feel like I don’t try hard enough or i try to hard. Why can’t I ever feel balanced and in the middle. I always feel like no one wants me around. I feel like a waste of space. I feel like I can’t talk to even my closest friends anymore. The one person I always confide in doesn’t want to hear me anymore. So now I’m just going to shut up and stop being so stupid. I need to. I don’t even feel completely safe around my best friends anymore. I feel like I annoy them and they don’t want to hear me. I messed up my other best friends trust and know I can never earn it back. I just don’t want to do this anymore I want to leave for good but know I never will. Now I have to go on depression medication. That’s how I know something’s wrong with me They have to give me special medication just to make me more normal. I really don’t want to go through this anymore. Sometimes I just wish it could end.

-Anisa Medina.

She paints a pretty picture but this story has a twist

her paintbrush was a

Razor

and her canvas was her

Wrists

she paints a pretty picture in the color of blood red

while using her sharp paintbrush she ends up finally dead

her pretty pictures quietly fading slowly from her arms

no blood is flowing though her she can no longer do no harm

she painted a pretty picture though the story had a twist

the

Razor

was her

Mind

and her

Heart

was just her

Wrists