"The pharmacist said klonopin, lamictil, lithium, Xanax
The doctor said an antipsychotic might help me forget what the trauma said
The trauma said don’t write this poem
Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones"

"It’s three a.m.
the emergency room psychiatrist looks up from his clipboard
with eyes paid to care
and asks me if I see people who aren’t really there
I say, “I see people…
how the hell am I supposed to know
if they’re real or not?”
He doesn’t laugh
neither do I.
The math’s not on my side
ten stitches and one lie..
I swear i wasn’t trying to die
I just wanted to see what my pulse looked like from the inside."

(Source: totheshoreline, via krepiert)

"but I could never make dying beautiful.
The sky didn’t fill with colors the night I convinced myself
veins are kite strings you can only cut free."

"Doctor, our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there, it’s that we ignore the ones who are.."

(via ninhe-deactivated20130520)

"I started talking to the stars in the sky instead.
I said, “Tell me about the big bang.”
The stars said, “It hurts to become."

"We wear our traumas
the way the guillotine
wears gravity"

"We both carry ourselves like an ambulance
With someone dead inside"