Heads-Up

If they are stingy with their words, odds are they are stingy with everything else

Love, affection, care, and money

If a word means so much to them

Words, haha, the things we throw around the most on the planet

The things we don’t even think of or account for

(I tell you I miss you every single day without giving it a single thought..)

If your words need to undergo a hundred screening processes

To be filtered and re-filtered

To be evaluated, calculated, budgeted and re-budgeted

If you would like to hold on to your leverage THAT hard

Then I can only imagine how much more

Just HOW MUCH MORE

you would like holding onto your love, your possessions, your touch, your heart, and everything else that you have to offer

So thank you, baby,

Your silence and stinginess are the best warning I could have ever asked for.

 

— Dee 51

He Had A Way

He called me strict, dominant, and paranoid.

Well he was much more than that

I could just sit here in the dark and write effortlessly about him while the sun shines, the birds sing, the kids play, and I can’t even take a decent breath

Maybe I will just sit here

Nothing feels better than this anyway

I haven’t eaten in weeks…

Yes, I haven’t eaten a single meal in at least 3 weeks unless you count an… I don’t know… I can’t remember the last thing I ate.

Maybe those two bites of cake I had about three days ago which are not even a meal, obviously.

I can’t understand how I’m alive…

I don’t feel alive that’s for sure…

I feel numb on the outside but angry, sad, and lonely on the inside.

While he lives the life he missed as hell, his life without me,

I sit here and miss him as hell.

Then I start blaming myself…

Funny how that was one of our biggest issues.

How I always end up blaming him in some twisted way.

Funny cause he never knew what it’s like when I blame myself…

Do you like how things are now?

Are you happy?

This is why I never used to blame myself.

Because I wanted to sleep, breathe, and eat like a normal human being. 

Readers, do me a favour and imagine an extremely paranoid 17 year-old blaming herself for every action she’s done the past 91 days. Did you picture any insomnia? Hallucinations? Vomiting? Low blood pressure? Fainting? If you did, then congrats.

But if you didn’t,

It’s okay

It’s fine

I’m fine

I’m very fine

I’ve never been better

Who needs an appetite? Or rest? Or a clear mind for 5 seconds?

Who needs fresh air? Or a conversation? Or a cruise for 5 seconds?

Who needs any of those things?

What matters is that he has them all right now when I can’t even tell if my 5 senses are still functioning. 

‘Nothing matters’

That was our song…

I loved that song…

Turns out a fucking lot of things matter

Everything mattered but me.

But that didn’t stop me from being yelled at for a fucking lot of things

No, no, wait a minute.

No, he doesn’t yell…

He never yells…

He just explains things aggressively to me as they enter my mind in the ugliest and loudest tone possible and the volume gets higher and higher as he says more things that expand in my head more and more and more and more STOOOPPP!!!

STOP! STOP!

STOP IT! IT’S YOUR FAULT NOT MINE!

I yell that, unafraid of anything and it feels so. so. good

But deep down I get it it’s my fault I’m so stupid why did I do this? why did I say that?

No! The truth is, it was not my fault.

It never was.

Was it?

Maybe it was…

Madness kicks in.

Gonna stay up all night long thinking about this.

He had a way…

He got to me.

His voice would force it’s way into my skin like needles and cut into it like blades.

See that? Even his voice had a way.

He had a way to make me feel like I wasn’t good enough for him without him having to say a single word.

He had a way to pull out of my injured skin as pools of blood which I refer to as my feelings would escape my flesh

Leaving me with numbness as more numbness kicks in.

I feel jealous of you…

Cause you always had a fucking way

Out of what made you unhappy.

And into the bottom of my torn soul.

— Dee 51

Cycle.Cycle.Cy…

Why do they come back into my life again?

Love me

Hold me

Gaze at me

Then they go outta my life again

Hate me

Leave me

Swear at me

Again, again, and again.

I find them bound to me

Hung up on me

The way I hypnotise every single brain

Wait! Come back to me!

Go away from me!

Who said you were ever my main?

Don’t you know me?

What I do to your love for me?

I drag it down the nearest drain

Who said you ever meant a thing to me?

No, you complete me!

Am I driving you insane?

Holding you, asking you to kiss me

Then laughing discretely at how much you’ll miss me

Laughing at how you thought this relationship could follow any lane

Tell me now, after you’ve heard this from me

How do you feel about me?

Do you want to complain?

Travel somewhere and forget me?

Maybe Bahrain, Spain, or Ukraine?

Or maybe you want me to explain

Maybe that will absorb the shock and the pain

Maybe you feel even more harmed by me

Maybe you feel like you’ve been slain

That way you’re gonna want to hurt me

Push me off a plane or in front of a train

I bet you’re thinking: ‘I never thought my only lover was inhumane’

But it doesn’t matter to me

It won’t stop me

From doing this all over again.

— Dee 51

Bonkers

I hope you’re all having an amazing day today. I know I’m not. On the plus side, I just came up with this short excerpt while trying to sleep after bawling my eyes out.

I was going through a few things that my boyfriend once said to me (him and I had a fight a while ago which explains why my pillow is soaked at the moment) and I found this screenshot that I shortly replied to right now. He wrote me this before we started dating. Ironically cute, don’t you think?

  
Dear special guy,

What if I tell you that you tore me apart with your dissociative identity?

One day I see you as the knight in shining armour and the next day I see you holding a knife behind my back. I’ve given you all I have and I’ve given you what you’ve never dreamt of having.

But listen, you’re not the only person down this alley with a split personality. I tend to carry as many face masks in my pocket as you please. Or, more precisely, as you make me create.

You want to be a “Knight”, I’ll pull out my “Dame” mask that I’ve created just for you. You want to be a back stabber, then I’ll pull out my murderer mask to suit you.

We’re all mad here, bonkers, but guess what?

It’s a ‘you get what you pay for’ kind of life we’re living. And since you want me up all night crying over what you’ve texted me, I will have to create a new mask just for that special occasion. A mask you’ve never seen before.

Wait a second, babe? I wanna tell you one last thing.

“It feels good to be insane.”


— Dee 51

You Really Don’t Know

(This piece was written from the bottom of my heart. I hope many can relate.)

February 2nd, 2015

Here I am

Sitting

Thinking

Thinking about how I’m not gonna do you any justice

You don’t know me

You don’t know how hard this is for me

You don’t know how disgusted I feel when I lie to my own mom about this

You really don’t know…

You really don’t know how much I want you next to me right now

You really don’t know how badly I want you in my life

Guess what?

You don’t know me at all.

You don’t know the borders surrounding me

Strangling me in every way possible

You don’t know how this ends

But I do.

I have known and I always will

I know that I will be bullshitting you with every “I love you”

I know that if I don’t talk to you I’ll miss you. But I won’t die…

I know that I may not need you in my life after all

 We’re going in seperate ways…

And we’re never meeting again.

You think I have space in my heart for you?

You think I have time to text you every day?

I’m doing this with a lump in my throat…

I’m squishing my pen harder and harder as I write

Maybe I shouldn’t have told you some of my stories…

Maybe I shouldn’t have showed you the way to my heart

Because right now,

My thoughts wander to you.

What are you having for breakfast?

How deep is the snow around your house?

What perfume will you be wearing today?

How are you gonna study for that annoying Biology exam?

I’m starting to give things up for you

But I need those things.

You couldn’t have chosen a worse timing…

Now what?

There’s a measure for my changing love for you.

And it shifts left and right as I move my head along with it in disapproval

Then, it bounces up and down as I nod in agreement

Why did you do this to me?

More frankly,

Why did I do this to myself?

There goes my phone…

It’s another text from you

I’m not doing you justice…

But I have to check  this text from you

I’m not doing you any justice…

But I have to clear out my heart for you.


— Dee 51

A Mock to Remember

Feb 8th, 2015

It plays just like a movie.

He’s gonna be a pain in the ass at first

You’re gonna look at him like: “Who the hell would ever fall for that asshole”

You’re the pretty girl who has everyone by her side

You’re funny, smart, and outgoing

Every guy wants you.

Once the asshole realises this, he’ll start looking at you

Examining your every move

Smirking at you as he pictures all the things he wants to do to you

You don’t care at first until it starts annoying you

He’s good looking but his shit personality doesn’t allow you to see through it.

You begin to feel awkward and uncomfortable as he smirks and whispers to his friends while he still examines you

That’s when you start to avoid being around him

But there’s nothing you can do about it when he’s in the hallway, the cafeteria, the auditorium, the air you breathe

Then he starts his strategy.

At first, he’ll try to get on your nerves just for you to notice him

He might mock you, tease you, make fun of you, or even come up with a nickname for you

Second, he’ll text you everyday as you wish he would jump off a cliff because of how annoying he is

He will keep on texting you..

One text after another..

As you reply with a subtle LOL or an Emoji

Third, he’ll open up to you, and that’s when you acknowledge a new side of him

Stay up all night long thinking about what he told you

Fourth, he’ll want to hang out with you but he’ll say it indirectly

A couple of the usual “I’ll take you to this” and “we’ll do that someday”

You start imagining those days

But gosh he’s still annoying

Then he’ll start getting physical with you

He’ll hug you and squish your face every now and then

He might even give you a playful kiss followed by a dirty look that you will think of for days

Why is he doing this to me?

I have to ask him

I don’t care what it will cost me

I don’t even give a shit about him

I don’t even give a shit about him, remember?

I just have to ask him.

I just have to fill up my analysis with more data

I just have to end this article in my head

You ask him.

And that’s when he’ll feel weird

He’ll realise that he’s been a pain in the ass all along and that he’s been too clingy

Plus why are you asking these questions?

Gosh you’re so needy.

Next time you try approaching him he’s not the same person he was before

He scratched you off his list.

You send him a funny video or a punch line that would potentially start a conversation

But no.

He won’t answer.

He wont even check it in the first place

And that’s when you begin thinking what the actual fuck is going on?

You cannot tell me you have a king sized bed that would fit us perfectly then not check my messages the next day.

Why would you do this?

What’s gotten into you?

Why do I even care?

I never even liked you

How the hell did you beat the coach when you were the worst player?!

What the actual fuck is going on?

Why do i want to talk to him?

Why am i waiting for another smirk when they used to get on my every nerve?

Who’s that girl in your snap and why is she so pretty?

“You’re a piece of shit.”

And I say that to his face

I ask him why didn’t he reply last night just so I can see the smirk that I have missed

Why did this happen to me?

It is taking me oaths to God and countless self promises to keep my fingers from texting you

But I am failing…

I got hung up on you

And you’re hanging up on me

Hung up on you

While you just.. Hang up on me.


— Dee 51

What you get for playing with his heart.

April 15th, 2014

It’s that void again..
The huge one this time
It aches. It kills.
Just like it did last week
What did I do to deserve this?
Is manipulating a person’s feelings that much of a crime?
I’m lost
Isn’t that what I’ve been wanting all along?
I deserve better.. I know I do
Why do I feel like a part of me died?
I’m running out of those parts..
It’s like a sudden hair pull
A slap in the face
It stings you back to your consciousness
But we all know here how bad I am with voids
This never has a happy ending
Just a start of a new bad habit
My only concern right now is what should it be?
I mean. I’ve already done it all.
“You should get a ‘hobby’.”
Hah.
Every time I hear this word a little devil in me smiles the most sarcastic smile
It’s so sarcastic I smirk involuntarily
Get a hobby. Who needs a hobby.
I’ve got my bad habits all around me waiting for me to feel this exact void and get back to them
They miss me.. And I, them.
Which one should i go back to?
Hmm..
Too many options
Im bad at decision making
Thank God this is a lifestyle not an option.

— Dee 51