Lil2hippie - Hello Poetry

You were the pain A child is never supposed to feel Wrecked that child's life like a hurricane And expected them to heal

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

C.H

You were the pain A child is never supposed to feel Wrecked that child's life like a hurricane And expected them to heal

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You held me in your arms Gently Your body was so warm Intensely That is the feeling I want to experience Over and over and over again lips as soft as a summer breeze And eyes The color of the sea I melt When they're looking at me You've got this smile that shines brighter than the stars So beautiful and bright I'll love you until my dieing night

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

N.H

You held me in your arms Gently Your body was so warm Intensely That is the feeling I want to experience Over and over and over again lips as soft as a summer breeze And eyes The color of the sea I melt When they're looking at me You've got this smile that shines brighter than the stars So beautiful and bright I'll love you until my dieing night

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When you're happy Baby's got no storms Thunder storms When you're happy Happy, happy boy Golden heart full of joy He's got these blue eyes Giving me butterflies

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

Untitled

When you're happy Baby's got no storms Thunder storms When you're happy Happy, happy boy Golden heart full of joy He's got these blue eyes Giving me butterflies

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I lost a friend yesterday to suicide. He drove through a telephone poll. This is for you Jake. I've never felt so lost or so broken I can't even think of words to write a poem My heart goes out to all of his family and friends Who knows if the pain ever ends I wish he was here Why did he have to disappear?

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Jan 26, 2018

Jan 26, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

I Dont Really Know

I lost a friend yesterday to suicide. He drove through a telephone poll. This is for you Jake. I've never felt so lost or so broken I can't even think of words to write a poem My heart goes out to all of his family and friends Who knows if the pain ever ends I wish he was here Why did he have to disappear?

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It’s the bits and pieces that I let you see The parts of which fall from me Like the ****** tears from the crying stone Gathering around, but I’m still alone Smiling and laughing as I die inside Nothing to gain nothing to hide Wishing that someone would just care Seeing that no one is really there Am I just a ghost or really here? Not knowing the answer is my worst fear You see me, you see through me No acknowledgement no apathy This is all that’s left of me…

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Lil2hippie

Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC

georgia-harkess

Bits and Pieces

It’s the bits and pieces that I let you see The parts of which fall from me Like the ****** tears from the crying stone Gathering around, but I’m still alone Smiling and laughing as I die inside Nothing to gain nothing to hide Wishing that someone would just care Seeing that no one is really there Am I just a ghost or really here? Not knowing the answer is my worst fear You see me, you see through me No acknowledgement no apathy This is all that’s left of me…

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Please take time to read this <3 Few people know that I have come close to ending my own life, at least 4 times. At the time that is what I wanted, to die. Mostly because I thought it would take Away the pain and suffering I felt. I never fit in, kids at school would find any reason to make fun of me. When I was eight years old my sister and I were sent to a foster home. I was told on many occasions that my father wanted nothing to do with me. So I became depressed and lived by a label known as emo. One night I felt extremely depressed and I took a razor blade to my wrist. I watched as the blood ran out of the wound I had made and at that moment I realized I was addicted. Not only to cuting but to the feeling I got when I saw my blood. I knew I had a problem, I would cut every night just so I could feel something I could control and that I knew was real. My friends in middle school saw the cuts and tried to get me help but it only made it worse. I was put into therapy but that doesn't help unless you talk, in which I didn't. I didn't feel safe. The foster home my sister and I were living in was not a very good one. The guy was a creep. So we were forced out of that home and got adopted by my uncle. We tried many councilors and therapists but nothing seemed to help. I eventually got an 18 year old boyfriend and I was only 15. He got me drunk one night and took advantage of me. He stole my innocence, and gave me something else in return. A baby. But that baby died. Know matter how much it hurts I know that baby is better off with out me. I was so young. To this day, I still think about hurting myself but I am proud. I have gone a little over 4 months with out self harm, and with every day I grow stronger and stronger. So to those who took the time to read this, thank you. And if you are going through the same struggles, find a clear path and stay on it. Doesn't matter if you're an alcoholic, or a druggy, or even a *** addict. The only way to get better is through steps. Start with a week and slowly move up. I believe in you. Every single one.

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC

Lil2hippie

I love you all

Please take time to read this <3 Few people know that I have come close to ending my own life, at least 4 times. At the time that is what I wanted, to die. Mostly because I thought it would take Away the pain and suffering I felt. I never fit in, kids at school would find any reason to make fun of me. When I was eight years old my sister and I were sent to a foster home. I was told on many occasions that my father wanted nothing to do with me. So I became depressed and lived by a label known as emo. One night I felt extremely depressed and I took a razor blade to my wrist. I watched as the blood ran out of the wound I had made and at that moment I realized I was addicted. Not only to cuting but to the feeling I got when I saw my blood. I knew I had a problem, I would cut every night just so I could feel something I could control and that I knew was real. My friends in middle school saw the cuts and tried to get me help but it only made it worse. I was put into therapy but that doesn't help unless you talk, in which I didn't. I didn't feel safe. The foster home my sister and I were living in was not a very good one. The guy was a creep. So we were forced out of that home and got adopted by my uncle. We tried many councilors and therapists but nothing seemed to help. I eventually got an 18 year old boyfriend and I was only 15. He got me drunk one night and took advantage of me. He stole my innocence, and gave me something else in return. A baby. But that baby died. Know matter how much it hurts I know that baby is better off with out me. I was so young. To this day, I still think about hurting myself but I am proud. I have gone a little over 4 months with out self harm, and with every day I grow stronger and stronger. So to those who took the time to read this, thank you. And if you are going through the same struggles, find a clear path and stay on it. Doesn't matter if you're an alcoholic, or a druggy, or even a *** addict. The only way to get better is through steps. Start with a week and slowly move up. I believe in you. Every single one.

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I knew of girl three months ago she was hurting broken by society she felt as though she would never be enough she closed her eyes and died inside and when she opened them I arrived Slowly putting back the pieces of the girl she once knew piece by piece she became bigger now I'm here and I'm I winner

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Nov 30, 2015

Nov 30, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

Winner

I knew of girl three months ago she was hurting broken by society she felt as though she would never be enough she closed her eyes and died inside and when she opened them I arrived Slowly putting back the pieces of the girl she once knew piece by piece she became bigger now I'm here and I'm I winner

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I really need someone to talk to, I am broken and I don't know what to do.

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

Broken

I really need someone to talk to, I am broken and I don't know what to do.

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I am like concrete People walk on me Stomp on me And even rub their feet on me But I still hold them up Because Even though I am hurting and upset I don't want them to feel the way that I do

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Nov 26, 2015

Nov 26, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

Concrete

I am like concrete People walk on me Stomp on me And even rub their feet on me But I still hold them up Because Even though I am hurting and upset I don't want them to feel the way that I do

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Being suicidal Doesn't mean you try to take your own life Sometimes it means Pushing others away So you have less of a reason to live And waking up Evey day And just saying **** it" To everyone who walks your way Sometimes it means Eating less so you'll die of starvation Or not wearing a jacket So you'll get sick and die Or not looking both ways Before crossing the street Because you don't care if you get hit by a car Or cutting your wrist so you feel numb Sometimes it means Hiding every emotion Deep down Until you finally break Scaring everyone away.

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Nov 9, 2015

Nov 9, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC

Lil2hippie

Suicide

Being suicidal Doesn't mean you try to take your own life Sometimes it means Pushing others away So you have less of a reason to live And waking up Evey day And just saying **** it" To everyone who walks your way Sometimes it means Eating less so you'll die of starvation Or not wearing a jacket So you'll get sick and die Or not looking both ways Before crossing the street Because you don't care if you get hit by a car Or cutting your wrist so you feel numb Sometimes it means Hiding every emotion Deep down Until you finally break Scaring everyone away.

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