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bridgettfranklin
bridgettfranklin
17/F/USA she/her - spam on instagram is @/urwrongitsmyvagina
I want to know what people see, I'll never see myself clearly. My brain changes and contorts my body, I'll **** in my stomach till I can't breathe, Nothing but high waisted skinny jeans, No tight shirts, dresses, or bikinis. I'm too wide in the waist too broad in the shoulders too chubby in the fingers too full in the cheeks And I'll never see what people see I'll never see what makes me, me.
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
body dysmorphia
i'd write your name in my skin i'd hold my breath and never give in you'd pick a fight just so you could win i don't want to love you, i don't want to let you in i'm malleable, you're manipulative. i'd write your name in my flesh you laugh at me and all your mess you see everyone as breakable test (and you saw me as less) icanfeeltheburnofeverykiss andyourcheekburnsatrenchinmychest i dropped everything, everyone, all for you i thought i was blinded by light, but i was blinded by you the center grew dark and i lost my way if it were so soon, i'd crawl back on my knees i'd forget what i had lost, i'd forget what i had seen butnowi'mdrainedfromthedrug andnowi'mclean
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
an old iphone note
i want time to turn back just a few hours when your head was in my lap or when you stood like a tower and hit your head on the chandelier like light. when you kiss me your hands roam and sometimes i kiss with my teeth because i’m smiling too hard because i’m so **** happy. i love it when you lean on me i don’t mind my arm going numb or even if you elbow me as long as you’re laying all over me. when you talk about leaving for boot camp i can’t look at your face my eyes get too watery and i don’t want you to see me cry.
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
11:50 pm?
I don't hear Your voice like others say they do I'm wandering around my life without a clue It feels like I'm living my life without You. Even when I pray, it's hard to pick the right thing to say And sometimes I don't bother at the end of the day Because I feel like You're just slipping away.
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
poem 1,456 about God
Have You abandoned me? I followed You endlessly I followed You blindly Have You been ignoring me? Can You not hear when I weep? Are my prayers too hard to keep? Have You abandoned us? I think You've lost our trust, You've lost my trust.
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Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
another poem about God
Looks don't mean much to me I am in love with your personality, even if it sounds like a lie, it's not. You couldn't think of specific reasons why you love me, And I can't blame you, you were put on the spot. I love that toothy smile you always do When you laugh and say, "I love you." To me, it all really means a lot. I love how you always want to hold my hand, or how your foot is crooked when your stand. When you leaned on me at the movies, and you cradled my hands, I've never felt so safe.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
i really love him
There will be days when the world is nothing but against you There will be days when the current seems too rough There will be days when you question all of what you knew There will be days when you feel that you've had enough There will be days when you feel as if you have no clue
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC
i was in a pretty good mood when i wrote this
Sometimes I don't feel like going on anymore Sometimes I wish that man would have never dragged me to the shore Sometimes I wish life didn't feel like such a chore Sometimes I don't feel like going on anymore Sometimes I don't feel like getting out of bed I'm tired of people telling me this is all in my head "You're life is all good, you are clothed, you are fed! You're life is all good, you are lucky enough to have a bed!" I just keep everything I want to say left unsaid, You wouldn't try to understand, you'd just be disappointed. So sometimes, I don't feel like getting out of bed. Sometimes I don't feel like getting dressed I don't want to change my clothes and I'll leave my hair a nest. I don't even want to shower, sometimes, that's something else I'll confess. With my room a mess, and while I'm not feeling my best, Sometimes I don't feel like getting dressed. Sometimes I forget to eat My appetite has disappeared, my appetite is depleted. You could bribe me with my favorite food, or a treat My appetite still wouldn't recover, I still wouldn't want to eat. My stomach will churn sickly at the thought of food, my legs will feel weak. Sometimes, I forget to eat. Sometimes I don't want to answer my phone. It's nothing personal, I just "want" to be alone. I say I need to figure things out on my own And you wouldn't want to hear me complain and groan I know I shouldn't isolate myself so I am alone. But sometimes, Sometimes I don't want to answer my phone. I want to isolate myself until you have a reason to leave I've always been the best at ruining everything With my self destructive tendencies
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
a poem about depression
Sometimes I don't feel like going on anymore Sometimes I wish that man would have never dragged me to the shore Sometimes I wish life didn't feel like such a chore Sometimes I don't feel like going on anymore Sometimes I don't feel like getting out of bed I'm tired of people telling me this is all in my head "You're life is all good, you are clothed, you are fed! You're life is all good, you are lucky enough to have a bed!" I just keep everything I want to say left unsaid, You wouldn't try to understand, you'd just be disappointed. So sometimes, I don't feel like getting out of bed. Sometimes I don't feel like getting dressed I don't want to change my clothes and I'll leave my hair a nest. I don't even want to shower, sometimes, that's something else I'll confess. With my room a mess, and while I'm not feeling my best, Sometimes I don't feel like getting dressed. Sometimes I forget to eat My appetite has disappeared, my appetite is depleted. You could bribe me with my favorite food, or a treat My appetite still wouldn't recover, I still wouldn't want to eat. My stomach will churn sickly at the thought of food, my legs will feel weak. Sometimes, I forget to eat. Sometimes I don't want to answer my phone. It's nothing personal, I just "want" to be alone. I say I need to figure things out on my own And you wouldn't want to hear me complain and groan I know I shouldn't isolate myself so I am alone. But sometimes, Sometimes I don't want to answer my phone. I want to isolate myself until you have a reason to leave I've always been the best at ruining everything With my self destructive tendencies
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i will stay silent i will bore you i am an island you are not included (yet) i've told you more than i've ever told others i want to say more, but i don't want to smother i don't want to say too much i don't want to be left with regret but i don't want us to lose touch i just don't know how to connect
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
i'm not good at conversations
I was (am) Brainwashed Conditioned Indoctrinated Into believing in a God that Can’t hear us Into praying to a God that Can’t hear us Into fearing a God that Can’t hear us I find comfort in my conditioned beliefs Like a safety blanket, I find peace I just wonder why God chooses to ignore me (us)
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Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
another poem about God