Skinnier

Once,

She had friends

She had foes

She had flesh

Now,

She has blades

She has bones

She has bruises

The smaller she gets

The harder she tries

The less she eats

The bigger the lies

She thinks to herself

If she cuts off the fat,

If she slices it away,

It won’t come back

She’s better like this

She’s prettier

But she has to be,

Skinnier

Skinnier

She’s got a hollow chest

She’s the gap between her thighs

She’s got a hollow head

She’s a mouth full of lies

She’s supposed to be sweet

Little white lies and compliments

But you’ll find a grapefruit in her teeth

Bitter stones where her heart’s supposed to be

She’s better like this,

She’s prettier

She’s sour but prouder

She’s skinnier

Skinnier

- By Heidi Foster

I Am Fine

Desolate, abandoned, without a lifeline

The nightmares, the monsters all hold me in their thrall

I am fine

That feeling of failure, worthlessness, old friends of mine

A waste of space, a burden to all

Desolate, abandoned without a lifeline

I attack myself, my failures, mistakes, weakness, intertwined

These feelings poised to erupt as I shout at the wall

I am fine

So incredibly exhausted, so incredibly appalled

The longer I resist, the further I fall

Desolate, abandoned without a lifeline

Trapped in this never-ending trial that is mine

Cold and alone, my self-esteem dropping like leaves in fall

I am fine

The light is slowly failing to shine

I slowly approach his draconic lair, his maleficent hall

Desolate, abandoned and without a lifeline

I . . . I . . . I am fine

- By Akshat Jain

Trigger

If only you knew how strong words are.

You wouldn't throw them around like a kid with a ball.

You would use it like basketballs in a skilled game.

Think before passing.

Think before shooting.

Think before shooting someone down.

Is it better to 'pass' back?

Or is it better to just keep pushing through?

Words are like daggers.

Words can kill someone.

It doesn't have to be physically,

does it?

Words can feel like bullets.

Your mouth is the gun.

Your brain is the trigger.

One trigger.

Confuses me for a second.

Second trigger.

Makes me want to scream

Third trigger.

Tears. Me. Apart.

Fourth trigger.

Nothing.

I saw it coming.

- Anonymous

Define Depression

You just feel like you are alone.
Like how you are surrounded by so many people,
yet manage to feel utterly alone.
No one could ever understand what you actually mean,
exactly like you are talking in another language.

The moment you wake up,
you don’t feel like anything good is going to happen.
You have nothing to look forward to,
and you need a miracle to happen.

There would be days where it would be too much.
And you would sit on the ground and cry.
While trying to stop the tears,
you would do some things you would regret.

You would look in the mirror,
and imagine it shattering because of the ‘sight’.
You would hate your voice,
your hair,
your body.

After these days, you would feel so numb,
you would be like a body doing completely meaningless tasks.
You would feel dead,
like there's no need to give up anymore.
So mentally and physically exhausted.

But the cycle goes on,
and you feel trapped in this loop,
where the only logical solution from your point of view,
is to disappear.

- Anonymous