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for the first time in a while
i don't hate myself today
i poured out my soul
and sure there was pain
but to be free from captured thoughts
and seeing the visions play out
almost exactly how they did in my mind
i feel almost unshackled now
and for the first time ever
i'm not afraid of the outcome
i'll still feel a lot
but i won't regret much in the long run
i can't change your mind
i cant even change mine
and as much as i want to make things right
i can't continue if this is just gonna be another fight
and i won't feel bad for shutting us down
because if we can't listen to what the other is saying
who are we kidding
and what is the reason for staying

i've finally got nothing to prove
if i can find happiness without you
then that is what i'll choose
and i hope you do too
the old frustrations
so obvious now
it only took a few hits
to figure it out
it only took a few years
to have my head above the waves
probably a few more
before i actually mean what i say

gagging at the thought
of my past versions
to stagnation and over-emotion
i've developed an aversion
a reflex i can't help
i can try to forgive myself
but i will never be proud
of making do than doing well

spitting acid
when i could have offered compromise
making myself some sort of martyr
of unnecessary sacrifice
where i should've countered with
kindness and open-mindedness
i curled into negativity
causing my own blindness

running a psychological deficit
standing on the precipice
that the only answer might be watching everything burn
and just letting it
" so you don't love him anymore, all the feelings faded ? "

No l looked at him and realised they  changed

" Why you smiling "

Because it felt more peaceful than sad
Feelings don't fade they change
I do not need you to save me,
But I do need you to hold me while I rest.
Nobody told me that being an adult would be so lonely
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
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