Geese

The dark taught me to fear.

Yet I remain to sit inside of it.

I don't know if laying in the tub prevents bad things from happening, but it sure helps with something.

I used to be able to see my rib cage, but now it hides from me and I can't help but watch it happen because that is 'healthy'...

I can't remember what the inside of my highschool looks like because it's been too long since I've been there. Yet, every time I think of anything that has to do with something, it all began there.

I was a girl, you were a boy and that's all you need to know about that.

You sucked. I kinda sucked too and geese fly home for the winter.

I used to be able to sleep soundly till the sun peeled through my blinds as the sun was setting, and now I'm up before the sun even wakes up, because that's 'healthy'...

I want you to miss me, but I know you could care less.

You drink, and I cry.

But good news, I've learned how to not feel anything but the poison sliding down my throat.

I can't go to the bathroom without someone standing on the outside of the door because that's 'healthy'...

My freedom was taken away from me as easily as a baby gets food in their eyebrows.

I'm trying to look out of the window, but the bars are eye level and all I see are other buildings.

It's a concrete jungle I've been put into because that's 'healthy'...

I talk to a woman about my feelings and the only thing I feel is hungry.

Apparently, hungry isn't an emotion, but I can argue that till I'm blue in the face.

Hunger comes from the soul when it lacks something that it strives to obtain.

The only thing I seem to be able to obtain is more thoughts that pop into my head. The kind of thoughts that make no sense and mean nothing.

I don't like asking for help because I don't need it.

Everyone needs help.

Hi, I'm Brooklyn Juelch and I cry too much, eat too little and seem to be afraid more often than I should.

There's something that breaks inside of me every time someone says I have a "disorder".

We're all disorderly, others are just better at hiding it.

I was queen. No one knew.

Throwing up was one of my biggest fears, yet I did it almost every day.

Let me tell you something. Please don't do it. It's not worth it and you do not become healthier, you become weaker by the day.

You don't realize the art of missing someone until you are completely alone.

Others can distract you, but the second you harvest your thoughts, you become your own prisoner.

I cherish those Monday morning emails.

I cherished those phone calls we used to have until you decided we didn't need to have those anymore.

I broke a long time before you came along, but you didn't exactly mend the pieces.

You were pretty broken, too. I guess the time I spent fixing you, you spent tearing me down, but I said it was okay because geese are geese and they'll always fly home for the winter.

There is a girl named Sarah here, and she doesn't believe in God.

I often get in discrepancies with her simply because we are far too much of the same person.

The only difference is I know God is real.

Sarah was the firsts person I've befriended and the only person I will not miss.

I see her too often, and enjoy every miserable minute of it.

We were both involved in crimes that hurt only ourselves.

She leaves in a few weeks, and I wish I was her.

I read an article about PCP, and that seems to be the only thing I have to talk about because that was the most interesting thing I did the entire week.

There are tissue boxes in every corner of this place because they say crying is 'healthy'...

I fooled you.

I fooled us all.

I thought I would get over it, but I can't.

It was my choice to come here.

Now I'm here and want nothing more than to be leave.

All I want to do is drive myself somewhere. Anywhere. But I can't. I just want to drive.

I don't like the way I feel. They gave me a few little happy thoughts shoved into a pill bottle and all it does is test my human ability to fuck up.

It's not poetic here, just empty complaints about life sucking, because bad things happen to good people.

I don't believe in bad people. Just good people who mess up.

I guess that's what happened. Thus the reason I'm here.

Geese fly to places, wherever they want, but they always fly home for winter.