ElizabethC - Hello Poetry

I can no longer find my purpose and my urge to seek it has vanished. Every word, every breath, is nothing but a waist of my existence. When can it be over?

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Nov 18, 2020

Nov 18, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC

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I can no longer find my purpose and my urge to seek it has vanished. Every word, every breath, is nothing but a waist of my existence. When can it be over?

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How do I fix me?

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Jul 14, 2020

Jul 14, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC

I hate the girl I see in the mirror, but she’s trapped inside it.

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Jun 27, 2020

Jun 27, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC

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I hate the girl I see in the mirror, but she’s trapped inside it.

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My mind wonders through these sleepless nights I wonder, when will it be over?

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May 24, 2020

May 24, 2020 at 3:10 AM UTC

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My mind wonders through these sleepless nights I wonder, when will it be over?

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Sometimes I feel like a broken object in the store that everyone sees, but never picks up.

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May 13, 2020

May 13, 2020 at 1:25 AM UTC

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Sometimes I feel like a broken object in the store that everyone sees, but never picks up.

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Often times I have unrealistic hopes that the reflection in the mirror won’t be me, but there I am. My eyes fixate on what I hate most and I allow myself to validate that. “I would love my body if...” “If only I could change...” If only I were invisible.

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May 13, 2020

May 13, 2020 at 1:23 AM UTC

My body is loved, just not by me

Often times I have unrealistic hopes that the reflection in the mirror won’t be me, but there I am. My eyes fixate on what I hate most and I allow myself to validate that. “I would love my body if...” “If only I could change...” If only I were invisible.

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I know how it feels to lose hope. To not be able to see a way out. Please don’t give up. I’m here and I love you.

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Apr 28, 2020

Apr 28, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC

Don’t leave

I know how it feels to lose hope. To not be able to see a way out. Please don’t give up. I’m here and I love you.

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Sometimes we get angry over what one cannot understand, wondering how far must I go for you to see I am not okay. Those thoughts can consume you. There aren’t many people in this world who won’t face some sort of emotional trauma in their life time but it’s hard not to question whether or not that small amount of people are lucky for it. I’m proud of the wisdom I’ve gained through my experiences but if you were to look at me would you think it’s too much? I feel like I’ve grown but at the same time it’s like once one thing get better, another falls apart. What is it like to be “normal”?

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Apr 27, 2020

Apr 27, 2020 at 4:35 AM UTC

What is normal?

Sometimes we get angry over what one cannot understand, wondering how far must I go for you to see I am not okay. Those thoughts can consume you. There aren’t many people in this world who won’t face some sort of emotional trauma in their life time but it’s hard not to question whether or not that small amount of people are lucky for it. I’m proud of the wisdom I’ve gained through my experiences but if you were to look at me would you think it’s too much? I feel like I’ve grown but at the same time it’s like once one thing get better, another falls apart. What is it like to be “normal”?

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I feel not being able to cry almost makes things worst sometimes.

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Mar 20, 2020

Mar 20, 2020 at 10:08 PM UTC

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I feel not being able to cry almost makes things worst sometimes.

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I am tired, exhausted. I think and I think until there is nothing left to feel because my mind has become so blank I am empty. I am lost. How long do I have to keep living through this? I wish it were okay to just let go.

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Jan 27, 2020

Jan 27, 2020 at 10:39 PM UTC

Hopeless

I am tired, exhausted. I think and I think until there is nothing left to feel because my mind has become so blank I am empty. I am lost. How long do I have to keep living through this? I wish it were okay to just let go.

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