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let me tell you a secret

baby girl can i tell you something? you’re not the same weak girl you were a year ago... two years ago

you are stronger than ever

a mighty force so strong that even the blind can see it

you are not the horizontal scars across your thighs or your arms

you are not the ugly thoughts that run through your mind

you, my love, are a survivor a warrior

a force to be reckon with

you have kissed death three times and are still here to tell the tale

you have survived a thousand times and you’ll survive a thousand more

you are not the walls you have built around your heart

you are not the barb wire that guards those walls

you are like a flower growing through concrete forcing to being seen

seeking for light and planting your roots where you stand now

where you stand now is on broken foundation but through that broken foundation you have found yourself

through that broken foundation you have redeemed yourself

you, darling, are not the terrible words your father cut you with

you are not the remarks your sister and mother made about your weight

you are perfect and beautiful in every way every scar and every stretch mark across your body tells a story a story that would bring people to their knees

you are stronger than ever even on your bad days, you are still stronger than ever

even if you grew off of broken foundation, you are making a place for yourself

leaving a mark on the this world that even through death will be seen

-Sg’17

“why should i be expected to put my womanhood in a straitjacket when it’s men who cannot keep their hands to themselves?”

- smspoetry (burn your fucking bra)

will you write wedding vows for the anxious

i swear that i love you even when i hate myselfeven when the world is louder than my own breathingeven when the sky forgets how to hold upi will remember how tohold youand that in holding youi will remember how the legs of my fears are how those fearsstand upand i will stand upevery time i want to curl upbecause love isn’t about avoiding the fearit’s about seeing the fear and sayingwhat i have is more preciousthan anything you could hold over me

-5

that night we stayed on the phone all night until we saw the sunrise. we were so tired but just seeing you made me want to stay awake. i wanted to remember every detail of you. your smile, your laugh, the way you sounded, everything. i wanted to remember every corny joke you told, every story you told me, and anything in between.

i miss you... i miss us....

Mama I’m Sorry

times a wastin and i’m just tastin all the lies that you’ve been spitting and i’ve been hitting this blunt going in rotation mind needs a vacation from all the dark thoughts from all the drugs i’ve filled it with but let’s focus on what i just bought the newest shoes and this fresh polo i thought i’d gain a new friend but i’m still riding solo man i’m getting so low my mind ain’t right anymore imagination playin with my demons now intertwined and mesmerized all this shit is no surprise chastised and criticized mama i’m sorry it was just a mistake i was hypnotized and ill advised i’m telling you it was the drugs out on the streets, thinking we were some type of thugs running through backstreets and alleyways waving guns in the air bandana around our face man one last chug i swear i didn’t want to stay but i think the shit was laced mama i’m sorry they told me lies and i swallowed them like you taught me how to swallow my pride blunt goes back around got my girl beside me and we acting like bonnie and clyde take her to the sea side just for a joyride i ain’t thinking straight one more pass around and these memories are becoming hazy damn i’m wavy but i do this shit on a daily mama im sorry

-Sg ‘17

Selling your soul

it wasn’t until now that i realized what “selling your soul to the devil” means because sometimes the devil doesn’t come as a red little man with horns cloaked in darkness.. he can come dressed in hazel eyes and chiseled jaw lines smelling like old leather and cigarettes masked with cologne all wrapped in such beautiful lies and he’s beautiful in every way imaginable he’ll make your heart skip a beat and take every breath you have away you’ll watch almost every sunrise with him and then fall asleep against his chest and you’ll find comfort in his hugs because they feel like home and every kiss you share will be better than the last and every stolen glance you’ve caught will be etched into your mind and every car ride out to the city in the middle of the night with him became your therapy and every little secret you held spilled out into the floorboard cant be taken back and he’ll tell you he loves you and you’ll say it back and everything will be fine for a few months because he’s your anchor in it all he’s the one you tell every fucked up thing in your head to he’s the one you let see your tears and holds your hand through it all he’s the one to kiss your forehead and tell you everything will be alright ... and in a way it felt like it was going to be but damn what a lie that was and you fell for it all you fell for the little things and the big things thinking everything was right for once but it wasn’t and it’s shame with all the promises he said he would keep are all now broken and you can’t help but wonder was any of it real? all of the i love yous, me and you till the end, and pinkie promises... did it mean anything? sigh.... the devil is not a red little man but a beautiful soul with a warm smile and a cold heart

-S.G ‘17

Friend: how are you?

What I wish I can say:

Well, everything is falling apart. I'm barley going to school, I spend most of my days laying in bed, laid in my own self loathing. I feel empty everyday and I'm getting tired of it. I think about ever little embarrassing thing that happened over 2-4 years ago and cringe at myself....everyday.

I'm fucking exhausted, and I still can't sleep at night.

Sometimes it feels like I'm not even here, and it's like I lost myself somewhere along this dark, muddy path.

I can't stop thinking about my past traumas, my hair is falling out, my mood is getting lower, my future seems to be getting more bleak.

I have a suicide plan already in place.

Because I fucking hate myself, I hate what I've become, and I hate everything about this world.

What I do say: I'm good, what about you?

And like any other word that runs out of my lips, I can never take back all the words I’ve said to you.

ma.c.a // Kisses and “I miss you"s (via vomitingwords)

there are days where i’d rather be numb than feel anything at all. i live in an inescapable mass of mixed emotions with voices that whisper terrible things. there are days i wish i could make it all go away and be happy again, not just happy every blue moon. and there are days, like today, that is completely dark and i wish for nothing but a bottle and a cigarette. i’ve began to recognize some of these feelings are more harmful than an actual person. some are bathed in recklessness and passion, while others are madness and danger. and there are those that is like a match to gasoline, ignite and all things go to hell. sleep... it’s my escape these days but now even that is becoming tainted. my nightmares are slowly coming back, the last one more horrid than the other. its like all my demons in my head come out to play. they try to create the most horrible thing they could find and place it in my safe place. it’s rather tiring of constantly waking to fear at 3 am then being swamped by shitty emotions. idk... maybe one day it’ll all cease. maybe one day it’ll be actually okay like all these people say. and maybe sunshine will come after the rain. but fuck if i know, i haven’t seen that yet.

-s.g ‘17

I crave the side of you that you don’t show to anyone else.

(via teenagecrush)

there is not a single logical argument against having stricter gun laws and I swear to god if yall bitch one more time about “it’s my second amendment right” ill scream bc that amendment was written before machine guns were even dreamed of so frankly if you wanna walk around with a fucking musket and gun powder then feel free but for fuck’s sake don’t pretend like the founding fathers were saying “yes jim I think you should walk around with a gun capable of killings hundreds of people in a few minutes that sounds fantastic”

Muhammad Ali holding Malcolm X’s daughter Qubilah, surrounded by young fans at his training camp in Miami, January 1964.

The kids are holding up 8 fingers because Muhammad predicated he’d win the World Heavyweight Championship fight against Sonny Liston in 8 rounds as the underdog. The defending champ Liston predicted he’d win in 2. Ali ended up winning in 7 rounds on February 25, 1964.

i can't seem to find the right words anymore i try and i try but they no longer come together like i want them too every pen i pick up no longer fills right every word i write ends up getting erased i just no longer find joy in the things i used to love there's an inevitable darkness surrounding me that grows bigger every day my thoughts have became hazy and my mouth has barely parted i can feel it coming but i think it's to late to stop it or maybe i just don't care to.... sigh i long for the simpler days the lighter days the days i could go without thinking of... never mind i've faced death three times.. and they're are days i wish ... never mind i don't have to finish that i'm sure you can guess my heart is heavy and my feet no longer want to carry my weight i sleep to much and care to little i no longer have a drive in me like i once did i'm just not myself idk where she went but she's not here and i'm just to tired to find her

-S.G '17

& I’ll rearrange these blues until my tongue can taste a person, the option to watch something beautiful fade into your palm never compared to ripples hard wired into your eyes, everything we should have talked about has been rewinding my breaths around my throat & I can’t breathe without your ribs knocking for a fist full of rain; darling, I would kiss all your imperfections, but I can’t find any

Loving you was the best mistake in my life...