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Robyn13
Genderqueer yo
He gave and gave till he wasn't the same smiles and tears, hiding behind his name He swears he isn't blue, but I can tell that's not true He let me in enough to care, but not enough to truly share Though I suppose it's my fault. I couldn't really talk Now we're both hurt, and we're falling aprt could we ever have a new start?
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Him
I am not me I wonder if you can tell I hear your silent cry I see your silent tears I want to help But I am not me I pretend that I am here I feel I talk too much I touch your mind I worry what you think I cry for you Because you don't cry for yourself But I am not me I understand your pain I say that it'll be okay I dream that you'll believe me I hope that you will trust me But I am not me
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
I am poem
Under the maple tree, where gold lays to waste; ink on the page, her only escape. Or putting on the paper, this pretty landscape. Oh that bright bulb, it shone so bright, but nothing lasts forever, not even her light. It faded rather quick, and all went dark. Now her bare feet brush along the bark. Under the maple tree, where gold lays to waste; nurtured by the tears that fell from from her face. She gave up hope, thus the rope. The future of her past gone away; everything black, it fades today. That soft blue soul has turned to gold; Her mind, midas and unconsoled. With the care that she always gave so much, Her mind went blank, and her end adjudge Under the maple tree, where gold lays to waste; one more soul has been erased. upon the sight of faded light, she as well gave up her fight
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
Under the maple tree
I ******* hate this Everything I hate that i can't help I hate that i starve im ******* empty Always empty Can't help You’re hurting. You’re all hurting I have nothing to give I'm so sorry I want to give everything to you I love you But i can’t feel it. I'm so sorry, you deserve better You never should have met me. No I helped I used to. I saved you? But not anymore. Don’t you ******* dare think it was your fault. It was mine, i give up Everything hurts This hurts Not doing this hurt THORNS IT ALL HURTS Empty vocals I cant cry I CAN'T I care but i don't I care but i don't feel it I love you but i DON'T FEEL IT IM SORRY I'M SO SORRY You deserve more But i can't leave you I CAN'T You have me on a fishhook Im around you finger and i'm glad to be there Not romance but i love you so much I will always care I will Please dont give up Please For me Don't leave Hold on, for me, for you. You’re stronger. You always have been The dark would feel so nice Empty Welcoming No words I always wanted to be mute It’d be so simple But i always come back Always Always Always Always Always Always
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
Always
Why am i not me? This hair isn’t mine These thoughts aren’t mine This face These eyes Arms Stomach Hips But these hands are mine What they make are mine But they don’t connect Why? Why am i not me? I hate ‘me’ but it’s better than this This? What is this? It’s not me. I’m not even sure it’s human Or alive Why am i not me? Why do i feel like a video game character? Or someone from a movie? Why can’t i just be me? Who is ‘me’ Is ‘me’ better than this? I don’t know I don’t know I DON’T KNOW
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
Why am i not me?
I can’t I just can't I can’t sit still I can’t move I can’t talk I can’t eat I can’t sleep I can’t do homework I can’t keep my grades up I can’t talk to teachers I can’t talk to classmates I can’t stay the same But i never really change I can’t care But I can’t not care I can’t live anymore But I can’t die I live for her, Even when i can’t
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
I cant
Glass is prettier when it's broken and eyes, so gorgeous with tears. A blade when it's failed, a gun when it's hot. A ship when it's sailed, a love when it's not. Fireflies at night, to fire and fight; a feeling of passion, a bird in mid-flight. Left and gone, a heart and it's song. The apple has rotted; a fleeting swan song.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
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