aime-worcester-1 - Hello Poetry

Depression isn’t something you can just push off your shoulder Everyday is a struggle between laying on the colder side of my pillow Forcing myself to get up/face the day The sun shine literally pierces my skin New meaning to blinded by the light Getting ready in the morning is a blur Foggy vision, foggy thoughts No, I wish it actually was Staring at myself in the mirror isn’t easy You hate what you see Always a desire to be someone else Who is no where near myself Hate the person staring back at me “You’re pretty” they say “You’re fine” they say “You’ll be fine” they say “You don’t understand” I say Colder weather means colder thoughts The brisk air filters my head with sharp brittle thoughts Rainy days mean movies, cuddling, hot coco with the little marshmallows Take me back to the days where being happy was easy Where I would run around mindlessly, giggling When no one cared who my friends were What I wore Who I was Life used to be carefree Tentative smiles excitement over coffee shops Humble attitudes Boys had cooties, not hormones Where you feared *** scenes with your parents Now you crave the artificial love, and false hope When did drinking chocolate milk turn into ***** Puking meant you were sick, not sick of ********

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Jan 8, 2014

Jan 8, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC

pain

Depression isn’t something you can just push off your shoulder Everyday is a struggle between laying on the colder side of my pillow Forcing myself to get up/face the day The sun shine literally pierces my skin New meaning to blinded by the light Getting ready in the morning is a blur Foggy vision, foggy thoughts No, I wish it actually was Staring at myself in the mirror isn’t easy You hate what you see Always a desire to be someone else Who is no where near myself Hate the person staring back at me “You’re pretty” they say “You’re fine” they say “You’ll be fine” they say “You don’t understand” I say Colder weather means colder thoughts The brisk air filters my head with sharp brittle thoughts Rainy days mean movies, cuddling, hot coco with the little marshmallows Take me back to the days where being happy was easy Where I would run around mindlessly, giggling When no one cared who my friends were What I wore Who I was Life used to be carefree Tentative smiles excitement over coffee shops Humble attitudes Boys had cooties, not hormones Where you feared *** scenes with your parents Now you crave the artificial love, and false hope When did drinking chocolate milk turn into ***** Puking meant you were sick, not sick of ********

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facing the piercing sun on my skin. new day to hate the person staring back at me in the mirror. another day to regret waking up. salty tears crawl down my skin, burning my pores with scars of old memories. hiding inside my own house of bones. today is a present. too bad I had receiving gifts I get dressed slowly putting on particles of clothing painting on a fake smile with my eos chapstick good morning sunshine, the earth says hello.

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Dec 11, 2013

Dec 11, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC

good morning

facing the piercing sun on my skin. new day to hate the person staring back at me in the mirror. another day to regret waking up. salty tears crawl down my skin, burning my pores with scars of old memories. hiding inside my own house of bones. today is a present. too bad I had receiving gifts I get dressed slowly putting on particles of clothing painting on a fake smile with my eos chapstick good morning sunshine, the earth says hello.

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facing the piercing sun on my skin. new day to hate the person staring back at me in the mirror. another day to regret waking up. salty tears crawl down my skin, burning my pores with scars of old memories. hiding inside my own house of bones. today is a present. too bad I had receiving gifts I get dressed slowly putting on particles of clothing painting on a fake smile with my eos chapstick good morning sunshine, the earth says hello.

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Dec 11, 2013

Dec 11, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC

good morning

facing the piercing sun on my skin. new day to hate the person staring back at me in the mirror. another day to regret waking up. salty tears crawl down my skin, burning my pores with scars of old memories. hiding inside my own house of bones. today is a present. too bad I had receiving gifts I get dressed slowly putting on particles of clothing painting on a fake smile with my eos chapstick good morning sunshine, the earth says hello.

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