This one is a little darker than I usually write. Let me know what you think! I own both the picture and the words.
#87 - Hypnagogia
#86 - Damaged
It’s haiku Monday! Here we have #7 - And Rise From Perdition
You used to cry so sweetly that your tears
were more sugar than salt. But despite the fact
that I wanted to collect each one like an eyelash on my fingertips,
I knew all that water was just hiding poison underneath.
That you were ashamed of your dark purple moods,
#85 - Life is Not Standardizable.
#84 in the typewriter series - Human Potential
#6 in my weekly Haiku series - Good Enough.
Of Self-Inflicted War Wounds
Okay ladies and gentlemen,
It’s time that we had a serious chat. And you know what, I don’t care if I lose all of my followers after this! Because you all need to hear it, even if it is just once in your lives, and even if that one time is from me. Somebody needs to say it. And I will gladly be that person.
Cutting, burning, scratching, bruising, hair pulling, biting, ANY FORM of self-injury is not okay. It is not a fashion statement. It is not a fad. It is not healthy. And it should never, ever be romanticized or encouraged. Your injuries and scars are not beautiful. I’m sorry, but they aren’t. They are signs that you are struggling. It doesn’t matter what you are struggling from, it could be anything. No struggle is insignificant. But this is not the way to go about battling whatever it is that you may be fighting.
These things are extremely dangerous and can be life threatening. The smallest scratch can fester and get extremely infected. And it can spread. One small infected scratch left untreated can cause permanent serious damage and sometimes death. I know that self-harm is sometimes a step toward suicide, but not always and not often. And do you really want to risk your life over an addiction? Because that’s what it is. It’s an addiction. Once you start, you can’t stop. Or you don’t want to. This coping mechanism is just as bad as drugs and alcohol. Do you know why? Because you’re not coping with whatever it is that is leading you down this path! You are burying it, substituting it with options you can control. I know. I get it. But I don’t want any of you making the same mistakes that I did.
I am 22 years old. I battled these same demons. I don’t know you. I don’t know your story. I only know my own. But I do know that it all leads to the same end. I am 22 years old. I am graduating college in May and I am trying to make a better life for myself. At the end of this year, i’m getting married to the most beautiful soul I have ever met. And you know what? I hate my scars. I hate every self-inflicted war wound that I have to look at. Because when I put on that wedding dress, it’s there for everyone to see. It will be in all of my pictures, and everyone who’s there will know that I did to myself. I will forever have to wear long pants and shirts at work because of it. And when I see the scars on my sister’s arms and legs, I cry. Because how can I say all of this and not sound like a hypocrite? I can’t. I can only tell you what I learned at the end of all of it.
So please, for the love of everything that is beautiful in this world, please stop. Stop making mental illness, addiction, and internal struggle “beautiful” or “a sign of being strong”. Because they’re not. They are a sign that someone needs help. That they are going through something that not many people understand and they don’t know how else to deal with it. So instead of romanticizing it, or stigmatizing it, how about we find a solid middle ground? An even field where we don’t praise or shame people for what they’re going through and instead offer love and support and try to help them in any way that we can.
If this is the last thing any of you ever read from me, so be it. If you don’t agree or don’t want to hear it, that’s fine. But it needed to be said, and I am all to glad to be the one to say it. Please know, that I would stand up and support every single person who is suffering or experiencing this. I get it, I really do. And I have your back, always.
#83 - Divinity. I’m not a religious person at all, so take this how you want. It wasn’t intended to be religious, more of an expression of adoration, comparing a person to something so beautiful as an angel. But if you would like to see it as a religious piece, feel free.
"I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it."
my dad always used to refer to my mum as “the most beautiful woman in the world” and i always thought that was kind of dumb, because i could look at my mum and know for sure that she was not the most beautiful woman in the world, not even by far and i always thought that my dad was just saying that to be nice.
and then one day i met the most beautiful woman in the world.
#5 in my weekly haiku series!