This One's For Narnia.

Danielle. 18. Maine.
Welcome to my mind~


When the bass drops on Bill Withers’ Better Off Dead, it’s like 7 a.m. and I confess I’m looking over my shoulder once or twice
just to make sure no one in Brooklyn is peeking into my third-floor window to see me in pajamas I haven’t washed for three weeks before I slide from sink to stove in one...

I absolutely love this writing style


Is this it?
This is it, isn’t it?

It is. This is it.
This is all there is.

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We felt like adults then.
We took the car
down the street to order
Pizza and hot wings
From that small place Kara works at.
We felt like adults, walking around
My empty house without shirts on.

I loved the way you wore that little dress
Of flora.
I was never a man for dresses, but damn

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I was beginning to suspect that underneath the awkwardness there was just more awkwardness and not much else. And that would explain why I stood in a room full of people and felt like the loneliest girl in the world.

I’ve been awake since sunrise hidden under still-warm sheets
What day is it? I only ever watch the moon; I only ever see the stars
We are all laced up like vintage sneakers, we never learned how to stick like Velcro
We settle for tying ourselves to things that can only fall apart
I love everything that is shiny as long as I don’t have to look too close
I’m sick of hating my reflection
Fill that silver glass with vodka and I will tell you the truth:
Nobody knows anything
We are only star babies
We are only flesh and bone
Born from the earth and condemned to become it again
Don’t swallow that without a chaser
Everything seems better through pastel sunglasses
Everything seems better
Once I met a man who told me he was but one minute old;
I understand now

I have been awake since sunrise counting blimps
The only stars in this city are on the sidewalks
I hope I go down like a hurricane
None of us saw it coming but thank god it is over
If cigarettes really take a day from our life go buy me another pack
I never believed in destiny but today sounds like a good day to start
The stars aren’t even ours, they are millions of years old
A gift we were not lucky enough to receive
Or lucky enough to avoid
We will never know
We don’t know anything

6:03 p.m. (I think I’m done overdosing)

Dedicated to Rae

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The second time I overdosed,
my body couldn’t handle it,
and I threw it all up.
I texted my dad saying,
“I think I took a little too many pills”.

And every time I’ve overdosed,
I always downplay it.
I’ve always tried to act
like it wasn’t a big deal.

That having the urge to swallow a whole bottle of pills
was something daily that normal people do.
My dad hurried home and saw the empty bottle
and he shook me to make sure I was awake.
I kept mumbling “I threw it up.. I threw it up..”
while I was drifting off to sleep.
He had to wake me up every 15 minutes
to make sure I was okay.

Let me tell you now,
it is a big deal.

The third time I overdosed,
I slept through first and second period
and passed out in the counselor’s office.
I didn’t want to go to the ER.
I just wanted to go home.
All I wanted to do was sleep.
Again, I just said,
“I think I took too many pills this morning.”

The fifth time I overdosed,
my dad found the empty pill box.
I hallucinated, I had a fever.
I couldn’t move my legs.
All I could do was scream,
“Don’t take me to the hospital this time.
I don’t want to go!”

I became friends with a girl who had overdosed
she’s one of my best friends now
and when I heard she was hospitalized as well,
it just makes me realize how real this problem is.

A couple months ago, another friend of mine overdosed.
Do you realize how fucked up it is,
that I’ve done it so many times
that I know the exact procedure that she’s going to go through?
She messaged me saying,
“I took a bunch of pills,
but I just realized I didn’t want to die.
I don’t know what to do.

And I’m screaming at her over the screen
that she should throw it up and call 911
because sometimes when someone you love
decides that they hate the world,
that’s all you can do.
You can’t teleport through the phone.
You can’t travel through the internet.
You can’t be there to hold them
and take them to the hospital.

Your love is not charcoal that can
absorb all their poison in their life.
I know, love that you would have done all you could.
Sometimes words aren’t enough.
Sometimes love isn’t enough.
Sometimes a person needs to try dying
to know that that’s not really what they want.
There’s nothing you could have done.
You’ve done all you could.
Just keep loving them.

But you see the thing is,
I got lucky.
I’ve made it back from 5 overdoses
without a scratch on me.
But that’s not always the case.
My favorite teacher’s stepdaughter
locked herself in her room and overdosed.

To this day,
her stepmother still has a scar on her heart.
To this day,
on the anniversary of her death,
her stepmother still stays home from school
on the anniversary of her death.
Her sister is in a bad mental state,
and so is her biological mother.
Her family has fallen apart.

You overdose because you think
you will get a peaceful release from death.
It’s not peaceful.
It is not like falling asleep.
It is convulsions, vomiting,
muscle spasms, fevers,
and sharp stomach pains.

An overdose is not instant.

Hollywood has you believing,
that an overdose
is how a lady should exit the world.
As quiet as she came in,
Peaceful and unnoticed.

You will go out kicking and screaming
and wishing you hadn’t taken them.

My boyfriend is so drunk he just started singing and dancing around in walmart and then he asked me to fuck in the bathroom I swear to god I will cut this fucker





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