jan 05
it works, i swear it does
it calms me
it soothes me
it helps me to sleep
jan 07
only my siblings can see it
the thing that helps me
they can see the effects it has on my body
they can see the eye bags
and the sallow skin
they know something
is up but they
dont know what
i cant let them find out
if they know
theyll tell pops
that cant happen
hed take it away
and that would be bad
because
i
need
it
jan 29
no one knows that ive got a hidden stash
they will never find it
i would keep it on me
at all times but
the risk of someone finding it on me
is too great
if they find it on me
then id be in some deep sh-t
feb 12
my sister hetty knows
she knowsssssssssss
and its not good
she could tell pops
and then it could be
taken
feb 25
hetty hetty hetty hetty hetty
told told told told told
ramo ramo ramo ramo ramo
d-mn d-mn d-mn d-mn d-mn
this
isnt
good
feb 29
leap year
i see a
leap year
happy birthday
leap year
came my way
after four years
oh its today
my leap year
mar 17
chocolate used to be my favourite
snack
now its the medicine that turns
my lungs and heart
black
hetty and ramo say they wont talk behind my
back
lets hope they can
keep a secret
mar 27
it feels nice
this rush through my body
its cool like ice
but the rush makes me happy
it feels alive within me
hetty and ramo are telling me that if
i dont stop i could die
i tell them that i am aware of that fact
and i tell them not to worry
once the anxiety goes away
i will stop using
i swear
apr 1
i am off
i tell them proudly
there is a look
of relief on hettys face
and a look
of ease washes over ramo
i chuckle to myself
april fools
apr 2
hetty and ramo are pissed
at me for what i did yesterday
i could understand why
i guess
but still
i thought it was funny
apr 15
my siblings are threatening to tell pops
i know that they just want to help
but telling pops would
only make things worse
i tell them again
i
will
stop
using
when
my
anxiety
goes
away
apr 29
sh-t
its not going away
i feel small and helpless
and hopeless
and alone
and lonely
but i know what can help
i reach for my medicine
head to the bathroom
and take it
within just a few minutes
i feel it working
i no longer feel
helpless
hopeless
alone
lonely
i feel alive
may 15
for beatrice:
darling
dearest
dead
that is the first dedication in
a series of unfortunate events
i am going to change it
for lucas:
darling
dearest
drugged
dead
this is probably what my siblings think
i was a
darling
i was their
dearest brother
i was
drugged
until i was
dead
may 27
six feet doesn’t sound so tall
doesnt sound so deep
doesnt sound so far
i like dark coloured wood
and deep blue satin
line me with these and
maybe a bouquet of marigolds and purple hydrangea
and plant a cypress tree above my home
id like to stare at its boughs while i sleep eternally
jun 17
its hettys birthday
so i crawled out of my room and
said some greetings
i went the whole day without using
ramo said he was proud of me
he said i should keep up the good work
What he doesn’t know is
that ive gotten extremely good
at lying directly to peoples faces
jul 29
its getting harder to keep this from pops
i think hetty is so close to telling him
that i am using
and that scares me
i promised them id stop once my anxiety and fears went away
but they havent
so i have
to keep using
aug 05
hetty says i need to stop
little does she know
if i stop
i die
and she doesnt want her
youngest brother to die
does she
aug 17
hetty and ramo tell me that they are scared for me
i laugh and say there is
nothing to be scared of
but they are serious
they are legit scared
and that scares me
my siblings
arent supposed
to be terrified
arent supposed
to be worried
arent supposed
to be losing sleep
over me
aug 29
the anxiety
the fear
the loneliness
the hopelessness
the despair
the dependence
the need
for my medicine
has
not
gone
away
sept 16
ramo told me not to lie
the 20th is his birthday
and he wants me to be there
he is having his birthday party be all boys
with the exception of
hetty
he would never exclude his twin
but he would choose to exclude
me
ramo says he wants me to not use that day
and i tell him
honestly
that i will try but i never said i would even be there
sept 27
ramo and hetty are pissed at me
i dont understand why
i felt sick
hetty slaps me across my face
and tells me she is going to
pops and
that it
is
final
Oct. 04
I am scared for my littlest brother
Luca. He says he’s fine,
but I know better. Ramone says that we should try to get him clean on our own, without worrying pops, but then I look at Lucas, and I see my little brother who was my
everything.
My joy
my love
my helper
my friend
Then I see him now.
My brother who needs
my help.
Oct. 09
I take a deep breath and think:
If I dont do this, Lucas will die
If I dont do this our siblingship as our mischievous trio will come to an end.
If I dont do this I will forever blame myself and Ramone.
If I dont do this
If I dont do this
If I dont do this
then I have failed my brother.
Oct. 14
I chickened out.
I cant believe I did that.
I said I wanted to help my brother, but I know that I cant
I cant help my brother by saying a few simple words.
Everytime I try,
I picture Lucas’s face full of hurt and fear.
Lucas pleads with me not to tell pops.
He is on his knees, grasping at my skirts and blouse.
He doesn’t want pops to know.
Lucas is scared, I can see it in his once sparkling grey and hazel eyes.
He doesnt want to get in trouble.
I can’t help my brother like I thought I could.
Nov. 15
Lucas hates me.
I finally did it.
I told pops. Pops was sad and angry and disappointed all at once, which made Lucas feel worse. I can see it in my little brother’s eyes.
He is upset and scared. Ramone is understanding,
He knows why, as the oldest, I had to tell pops.
I hope,
I pray,
I wish
that Lucas will find someway to
forgive me.
nov 24
hetty thinks i hate her
and maybe i do
but i know that she was
just trying to help
and i cant fault her for that
dec 29
pops has been making me go through a detox and while it seems to take the feelings away
i still feel like sh-t
jan 05
i remember why i started using
i remember why being sober was so bad
i remember the feeling of sadness and of wanting to belong to the group who were my friends at school
i remember why i liked the idea
the aesthetic of the dark clouded eyes
the sallow skin
the things it allowed me to see
and when george and mark and chase and noah ask me
at school if i want a joint
i cant say no
i want to belong in that group
want to belong with someone
because at home
i do not belong
i take it
and enjoy the feeling of holding a secret
of holding my escape
of holding
my way to belong
jan 18
ahhh
when i take a deep drag
i imagine all that
fear and
loneliness and
anxiety and
despair
just blowing away in the wind
i cant tell a living soul
so i go to my moms grave
and tell her what i did
i tell her not to tell anyone
i tell her
once my anxiety
and my fear
and my loneliness
and my despair
goes away
i will stop
its just until then moms
feb 27
i have been keeping this little secret better than the first time
hetty will never know
ramo will never know
pops will never know
and the only person who will know
is moms
mar 17
it takes more than usual to
make the bad feelings go away
but i think a little more wont hurt
thats what george and mark and chase and noah say
and they are a-okay
apr 25
hetty and ramo and pops still dont know
and i hope that they never will
it would hurt them so bad
and the cuts would run
six feet deep, like my
dark wooded coffin
With my
deep blue satin
may 18
it
feels
so
bad
like
i
am
going
to
die
like
i
will
soon
meet
my
moms
again
i
hope
that
hetty
and
ramo
and
pops
wont
hate
me
jul 09
i cant find any more of what
george and mark and chase and noah
gave me
i have no more and since its
the summer
i wont see them around until next school year
i need to get more
and fast
jul 12
thank the lord
praise jesus
and thank my lucky stars
i found my secret stash
i remember hiding it where no one would look
under the rug
under my bed
under the loose floorboard
under a whole lot of cotton stuffing
inside a box
i have found my escapes again
aug 01
one
last
time
one
last
dose
and
then
im
done
Aug. 02
Lucas
Was
My
Littlest
Brother
And
Now
He
Is
My
Lost
Brother
Who
Lives
In
Dark Wood
And
Sleeps
In
A
Cocoon
Of
Deep Blue Satin
Under
A
Wreath
Of
Marigolds
And
Hydrangea
Under
A
Canopy
Of
Cypress
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