Let Me Feel Something

“Bridges are built for crossing, my dear.
Please remember that that is their only use.
And ropes are meant for securing things,
so packages don’t spill their insides,
so safety nets can catch you.
Please remember that that is their only use.
Razors, are meant to make you feel beautiful.
so you feel smooth, so you feel touchable.
Please remember, that that is their only use.
Bottles, pills, prescriptions,
they make you healthy again.
They make you pinker, less feverish, they make you more alive.
Please, oh god, please remember that that is their only use.
Guns. Guns are not meant for people.
They are not meant to kill human beings.
They are simply an evolution of the hunting spear,
intended on feeding the ill fed.
Please, please, oh god, please remember that that is their only use.
You will not need a pen and a piece of paper you found in the bottom desk
drawer.
Because you will tell me.
I don’t want you to tell me you feel like you are dying,
when it’s in ink,
when it’s already a done deal,
oh god,
just know that I
AM A SAFE PLACE.
just know that I
NEED YOU TO TELL ME
when you don’t feel,
when you feel too much.
Together we will cross the bridge,
we will make a net out of rope,
I will make you feel touchable.
We will ride out the bad days,
we will embrace the good.
We will use medicine to put ease in your mind,
We will forget what guns ever looked like.
If you want me to,
I will read the neatly looking message that you scrawled on
that 9th grade math notebook,
and then we will throw it away.
Bridges are made for crossing my dear,
please, oh god, do not forget that that is their only use.”
— A.Elisabeth, aplacewherenoonegoes
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Suicides go up when a famous person dies after losing their battle with mental illness. If you’re thinking of suicide, call 800-283-8255. (x)

Just wanted to add these links for hotlines in countries other than the US, too (taken from this post):

Argentina Suicide Hotlines

Armenia Suicide Hotlines

Australia Suicide Hotlines

Austria Suicide Hotlines

Barbados Suicide Hotlines

Belgium Suicide Hotlines

Botswana Suicide Hotlines

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(Source: autumnblitz, via dungeonpoetry)

I have but one thing I wish to tell you
my darling,
Before you go off and see the world as it is:
Not everything has to be beautiful, my starling.
It is what it is what it is.

When she was six,
Her father warned her
about covering her lips
if she yawned.
Now she’s sixteen,
and she covers her lips
every time that
she smiles.
And it’s as
if she were
ashamed.

I have so much to say
But every time my pen meets the page
I feel like I’m stuttering,
Like something has dragged my words back
In to my lungs,
And kept me from breathing.
I have so much to say
But with blank pages
And full-pens
I feel like I have slowly
Become nothing.
Like i have
Lost everything that
I once thought was
Permanent
and above the feelings of
Dissatisfaction and hopelessness
I only feel lonely.

When there is nothing left,
I’ll want to leave.
I’ll stuff socks into shoes and shoes into my suitcase,
And I’ll grab my handle and roll off.
I’ll take that moment that often happens in life,
The one where you stand amidst everything,
In the quiet,
Not knowing what to do next,
And I’ll bask in it for a while.
And when I finally decide to move my sneakers forwards,
I’ll notice that 2 bus tickets and a handful
Of Canadian change won’t get me very far.
So I’ll turn back around.
And eventually I’ll cover my eyes and
Fall,
Blind on my bed.
Turn up my radio,
Fall
Deaf in my head.
Because the emptiness,
Is deafening,
And the vastness of these lonely white planes I see,
Are blinding.
And once again I’ll realize that
I am nothing.
And that nothing
Can not just get off her bed and leave
Everything
Behind.

Together, we managed to split the earth in such away that each piece could fit behind each other’s lips.
We never ran out of conversation because we could feel the edges of the world against our jaws,
And when we kissed.
Everything found a place again,
And heaven became your eyes
And hell became the pit
That grew in the space between my hip bone slope.
We always had a reason to lie in each other’s arms
Because damn gravity wouldn’t let us do anything else.
My favourite part of us is that we grew things.
I never grew things before us.
We breathed from the amazon that had risen from the back of our throats,
And you tucked vines behind my ear while insisting that
We can’t always hide behind the beauty we create because being capable of creating beauty is proof that you
Are even the more beautiful.
We loved each other
Seems too simple to say,
Almost as if love wasn’t good enough because no one really knows how to define it anyways so we just called it
Us
And said us was beautiful and that we’d grow things to keep it that way and tie branches that grew from our brain stem
Across the bridge of our noses,
So we’d never leave.
I remember the first time we kissed I was so afraid that
I was going to choke on the earth.
I never even conceived the idea
That the Big Bang would explode against our tonsils,
And knock our teeth in the wrong direction.
Stars
Slipped
Down
Our
Throats.
And now we know.
That the butterflies in our tummies
are really softly shining stars.
We know that they belong there,
That we shouldn’t think of removing them to rid ourselves
Of the shivers and shakes that they provide
Because when we kissed,
Everything found it’s place again.

I am.
I start a lot of poems with
I am.
I hear a lot of people cry while yelling
I am-
I feel a lot of sadness in the words
I am.
I used to run my fingers along the words
I am
I used to see the future in
I am.
I can still see the power from the letters
I am
I know now that power works in many different dialects.
I am.
I insert a verb and I come to life.
I am.
I slap on an adjective and lately it makes me feel nauseous.
I am.
I think they sound too certain, those words.
As if they didn’t believe in change’s existence.
I am.
I notice that the more I write it out the closer I am becomes to looking like the numbers on my clock.
I am.
Giving up on the fill in the blanks, mad-libbed game we are always forced to play.
I am
Tired of
I am.