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She seemed so out of reach, but her body was right next to mine. She was near me like always, thighs touching as we drank our soda and watched TV like guys did together on Sundays. The blasting sound of football chatter penetrated the silence, leaving no room for distraction. Was it wrong for me to want to run my fingers through her blond strands, so soft and straight? Maybe it was, but I didn't care what anyone else would have thought of the action but only her. Would she just take it as a friendly gesture or something else, something I was aching to have? I reach over and my hands play with her hair. She just turns and smiles at me, freckl

The force of her cruel words slapped me in the face. They made me feel worthless. Those very words spilled from my mother's lips settled in my rib cage, making breathing difficult. How can you call your own child, your own blood a waste of space? Like they never meant anything to you? As if I wasn't worth the 9 months of growing in your belly. Those words were like acid, washing over my flesh and it pained me to even look at her anymore. The woman before me wasn't my sweet tender mother. No, it couldn't be. Before me stood a bitter monster, hiding behind the flesh of my kind mother. And if it wasn't, I knew the truth would break me, even as I

Hold me like fragile glass for I am a delicate doll whose pieces have been chipped away by rough hands. Ignore the tears that flow from the chipped off painted eyes that never seem to stop flowing. Ignore the carved in smile that has been painted on for if you dare to look behind its meaning you'll find a crack behind my mask and leave me more vulnerable than I am. Please follow these instructions or I'll surely break.

And I write to you with closed eyes Hoping to keep your memory alive even as the past becomes shrouded in shadows faded at the corners like an old photo And I let the words flow onto the paper Stained with tears and chipped ink for I have written a million letters since the day you slipped out of my grasp and into the afterlife Where I hope you are happy Dancing in a meadow Or maybe you are busy plowing fields as punishment for your bad deeds Oh you were a wicked child With a devious smirk and head held high But you fell so quickly and so hard onto the rocks by the sea shore where the waves swept you away Its fingers rock

 I feel stupid believing in your words, your lies I was foolish caught in a moment of weakness Never trust a boy who only runs on hormones He took my heart ripped it to shreds and laughed at my tears and now I laugh laugh at the sight of your blood at your deathbed at your pain like you have laughed at mines Now I kick you goodbye Never again to see your pain filled face Never again to kiss your blood covered lips Never again to be wrapped around your quickly paling arms Never again to be hurt by your lies by your touch By a silly heart break

Where is your pride now young lad? Why would you let the world knock you off your feet? Stand strong and fight the burdens of your past Til you're able to lift your head up high Stop with the sorrys and the victimizing for you are better then the hunched shoulders and tears that stream down your face You will hold strong and you will not give up You will keep holding on to the threads that threaten to snap Under the pressure of your torture Whether self inflicted or not You will lead yourself out of that hole that you have dug The one filled with pity and regret and anger and depression You will look fight off the darkness that sp

Things were never meant to be this way. They were destined for shared kisses in the night, cuddling in the cold and exploring each others skin at any given moment. They weren't meant for chilling silences that filled up the gaps between them or the emptiness in their ribcages of where their love use to be for each other, they were especially not built for the bitter goodbyes or the boiling anger that spilled over into destructive fights and acidic words. And as they stared, long Photo credit: Sophie E., Yeovil, UK and hard at each other across the wooden desk, they knew this was not meat to happen. She was the first one to look down at the

My life in Dominican Republic was like a never-ending adventure, which was a fact I loved since I got easily bored. Back then I was kind of...wild. I used to run in front of all kinds of vehicles during most of my time there. But don't worry I don't do that anymore. In my mother's home place, I loved to go bare foot, and loved that I was allowed to walk anywhere by myself because everything was at a walking distance. I was 9 years old when I fell in love with the 'Rio Grande,' Photo credit: Laurie T., Hopkinton, MA a giant river located near the town I resided in. Every time I was in that river I felt free, just like I do now when I write.

I lost myself to the shadows of society My heart torn up by the thorns of lies Stabbed in the back with knives of deceit I lost myself in a web of sadness The spider of pain tightens its grip I am unable to escape I lost myself in a river of troubles Drowning under years of distress Losing myself under the currents of insanity I lost myself in the fire of destruction Scars of self hate becoming evident Failures carved into my soul I lost myself in the forest of confusion My soul becoming frozen with each ticking minute of protection Becoming consumed by claws of illusion I lost myself to the lessons of the past Silently relivi

Life isn't about being perfect, but about accepting your flaws. Set yourself free from yourself and tackle life head on. You're beautiful. Don't let what the media has labeled as "beauty" define YOU. It doesn't matter what size, weight, body type, or anything you are. You are as beautiful as they come. It might take some time to accept yourself but in the end you will be happier. You'll set yourself free from the chains of judgement and live a more pleasing and fulfilling life. Cherish yourself, treat your body like a temple, and never put yourself down ever again