Robin_309 - Hello Poetry

Oh wow, what is this liquid? It’s so bewitching, I can’t take my eyes of it. It feels warm, and comfortable. I want to see more of it. Drop… Drop… Drop… Oh no, it’s empty. I want more of it. This red, warm liquid, I need it, I need more of it. I don’t care how but I will get it.

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Oct 27, 2025

Oct 27, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC

Blood

Oh wow, what is this liquid? It’s so bewitching, I can’t take my eyes of it. It feels warm, and comfortable. I want to see more of it. Drop… Drop… Drop… Oh no, it’s empty. I want more of it. This red, warm liquid, I need it, I need more of it. I don’t care how but I will get it.

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Why was I being called fat at 5? Why was I packing my own school bag at 6? Why was I intentionally putting the heat up in the shower at 7? Why was I watching my weight at 8? Why could I cook meals at 9? Why was I left alone at 10? Why did I deal with my problems alone at 11? Why did I seek comfort in isolation at 12? Why was I the strong one at 13? Why? I just wanted to be a child. I never wanted the adult life as a child. I needed to live my life.

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Jun 28, 2025

Jun 28, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC

Why?

Why was I being called fat at 5? Why was I packing my own school bag at 6? Why was I intentionally putting the heat up in the shower at 7? Why was I watching my weight at 8? Why could I cook meals at 9? Why was I left alone at 10? Why did I deal with my problems alone at 11? Why did I seek comfort in isolation at 12? Why was I the strong one at 13? Why? I just wanted to be a child. I never wanted the adult life as a child. I needed to live my life.

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I tried swallowing but the lump in my throat wouldn’t go away. I tried forgetting but the memory was still there and it was carved into my brain. I tried covering the scars but they were still there. I tried to mute my crying but the eye bags was still there the next day. I tried closing my eyes but the monster was still there. I tried not to go back to my addiction but the temptation was still there. I tried to cover up my pain but the blood was still there. I tried to cover up my ugliness but the face was still there. But when I finally went to my loved ones they were gone, the only thing I didn’t want gone was now just that

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Jun 24, 2025

Jun 24, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC

Hiding

I tried swallowing but the lump in my throat wouldn’t go away. I tried forgetting but the memory was still there and it was carved into my brain. I tried covering the scars but they were still there. I tried to mute my crying but the eye bags was still there the next day. I tried closing my eyes but the monster was still there. I tried not to go back to my addiction but the temptation was still there. I tried to cover up my pain but the blood was still there. I tried to cover up my ugliness but the face was still there. But when I finally went to my loved ones they were gone, the only thing I didn’t want gone was now just that

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“You’re going to get depressed if you keep this up” You know the signs. mom. What more do you want to see until you believe that I need help? Do I have to go that far for you to believe me? You’ve seen them, but you still don’t believe me? Please mom, I just need you to see me, just me. Not the lazy, stupid daughter. I need you to see me as the depressed and suicidal person. Please. Mom please just see me.

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Jun 24, 2025

Jun 24, 2025 at 1:55 PM UTC

Invisible

“You’re going to get depressed if you keep this up” You know the signs. mom. What more do you want to see until you believe that I need help? Do I have to go that far for you to believe me? You’ve seen them, but you still don’t believe me? Please mom, I just need you to see me, just me. Not the lazy, stupid daughter. I need you to see me as the depressed and suicidal person. Please. Mom please just see me.

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Before I’m gone, tell them that my story is mine and mine only. It is not the story for you to share and mix the lines around. That the story before I died was written in my poems, and in my poems only. My poems are my story. My poems are my life. So if you want to share my story then you shall share my lines.

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Jun 24, 2025

Jun 24, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC

Before I’m gone

Before I’m gone, tell them that my story is mine and mine only. It is not the story for you to share and mix the lines around. That the story before I died was written in my poems, and in my poems only. My poems are my story. My poems are my life. So if you want to share my story then you shall share my lines.

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