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6d · 30
Smile
silvia 6d
Im tired of the lies
Im tired of the way I miss him
And want to talk to him
But he is the problem.
He is the one I want
I want him to care for me
But I know he does not
silvia 6d
I loved you like I have loved no one else
I loved the way you make me like myself
And you’re smile
It glimmers like light reflected on a red tile.
6d · 268
I loved you
silvia 6d
I loved you like I love my childhood stuffed animal
I loved you like I love my best friend
I loved you like I love the rain
I loved you like I love cozy nights
I loved you like I love poetry
silvia 6d
we are all just stars,
some of us slowly dim into nothing,
others stand strong

until they grow so big and powerful
they pop like a ballon
some of us die without realizing
but we continue to live
but we are dead

we continue to live
consuming ourselves
and then, once we are gone,
we consume those around us

we are just like stars
some of us
end up hurting
the ones around us
when we explode

some of us slowly consume and hide our own suffering
until we are just nothing,
then we are so shallow and weak,
that we consume others to become stronger

not all stars become consuming
some of us stand strong
until we die peacefully
silvia 6d
I'm fourteen
But im just a little girl
I'm mature
But I still need to be quiet and obedient
No more begging.

The socials speak of ‘im just a girl’
I don't want to be 'just a girl'
But I really am, just a little girl
A little girl who wants her happy ending.

For me a happy ending, is a day without sadness
And a day without yelling
Its a day without work and stress
I'm not just a girl who cares
I'm not just a girl who cries
I'm more than that

For me a happy ending is, a day without worrying about what I ate.
For me a happy ending is not being scared.

I'm not just a girl.
I'm more than that.

A girl who wants my happy ending.
6d · 22
Exhaustion
silvia 6d
I have reached the point
Everything I do is like a disjoint
Out of place

I give my sport my all
I give school my all

They only see whats wrong
And nothing I do is enough
I just want to go back to his scruff

I fight for my friendships
I fight for my scholarships

But I still don’t feel like I belong
I just ride along
I don’t drive

I go home and I study,
And I work out,
And I cook
And I clean
And I still get yelled at

I guess I really should be doing more,
My other cell does not care
I want it to go back like it was before
Can’t we go back to playing truth or dare?
Or picking out what to wear?

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