I make promises that are empty
to fill the hole
where my heart should be.
Sometimes I feel like I'm living a lie
and the only one being fooled is me.
I try and ignore what I know,
yet I know what I hide
and I hide it in the snow.
While white on the outside
only I know my mind.

The truth is I'm still
doubting if it's mine.

[ARH]

broken
‘perhaps we are broken together’
what a lie
you tried to tell me
‘we can fix each other’
i’ll give
as much to say that’s true
but you didn’t follow through
you picked up pieces
glued them together
for what
to “fix” only yourself
all you did was shatter
all that you held
in your hands

broken
we are not broken together
we are broken apart
i tried to tell you
but you never cared to listen
you stole for yourself
you know this much is true
that  you are so hollow through and through
you broke me to pieces
i had finally glued together
for what
because i was nothing
although you once cared
[all that matters now is
nothing]

your love makes me want to eat my own flesh because i can't wash your fingerprints off my skin

i would've done anything for you
and i was like that jacket i bought for you
that you hung up and never wore again

you can't create a graveyard in my memories and not expect the biggest, boldest headstone and i'd rather chisel my eyes out than see your crooked teeth glaring at me and you know what? i'd wrap them in exquisite packaging and address it to you sincerely with a note attached that read "enclosed are all the visions i ever had of you and i"

i'd be like vincent van gogh
he had the right idea

I crawl into this place
where he is not real
and the things he did to me
never happened

I curl up
and enjoy the comfort
that I have found in this place
and I forget the truth
so that I can pretend
that the pain isn't there

By Chloe Elizabeth

The blasphemy
That overtakes my
Thoughts
Was put there by
Demons and
Kept there by
Saints in order
To destroy me slowly.
Demons upon demons
Have entered and left
Without a trace
Leaving negativity
Like tumors on my
Brain
Inoperable
Said the Saints
And they left me too
Now I have nothing
Inside of me
Leading me towards
The banks of the
Cloudy river
I have nothing leading
Me towards the bottle of
Sleeping pills on
My dresser
I have nothing to stop me
I have nothing
I have
Me

I will one day be free of all my pain.

Shadows
Inky, somber
Shrouding, murking, glooming
My soul conjoins with the umbra
Darkness

moving on is so hard
almost numb
removing a part of yourself
breaking apart
never knowing
how you got this
far from the start

moving on is so weightless
almost numb
removing an old part of yourself
to make room
for someone else
overjoyed with the thought
of a fresh start

here i am.
how absurd is this,
the thought that,
happiness does exist.

we scoff
at the notion
that there might
be hope, and  

it's certainly
quite ridiculous.
to think anyone
could ever love this.