camluvsk - Hello Poetry

you always told me to stop wearing so much makeup so i did. you always told me to cover up so i did. you always told me to eat more so i did. you always told me ¨ please you love me right?¨ so i let you. you always made me believe it was love so i trusted you. you always had traced my cuts and told me to stop harming myself so i did. march 15th 2025 now you're arguing with me wondering why i broke up with you when you ´ ve been the blade that forced itself against my skin.

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May 6

May 6, 2026 at 1:42 PM UTC

so i did.

you always told me to stop wearing so much makeup so i did. you always told me to cover up so i did. you always told me to eat more so i did. you always told me ¨ please you love me right?¨ so i let you. you always made me believe it was love so i trusted you. you always had traced my cuts and told me to stop harming myself so i did. march 15th 2025 now you're arguing with me wondering why i broke up with you when you ´ ve been the blade that forced itself against my skin.

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I had a dream that I could fly. Every time I tried to fly, strings from my wrists would hold me down slowly cutting the strings off from my wrists, leaving a trail of blood behind. As they fell to the ground below Finally after cutting the last string, tears in my eyes, I could fly Before I took off I thought about all those strings that held me back Being there to comfort me when no one could, how they had grown on me I've made up my mind Tonight i flew for the first time Flying until my wings gave out and i fell towards the ground below Waking up in a sweat i realized i was back in the hospital Legs broken, head pounding, bruises everywhere I look down at my carefully bandaged wrists Memories of cutting those strings off from my wrists flooding back.

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May 5

May 5, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC

flyings hard

I had a dream that I could fly. Every time I tried to fly, strings from my wrists would hold me down slowly cutting the strings off from my wrists, leaving a trail of blood behind. As they fell to the ground below Finally after cutting the last string, tears in my eyes, I could fly Before I took off I thought about all those strings that held me back Being there to comfort me when no one could, how they had grown on me I've made up my mind Tonight i flew for the first time Flying until my wings gave out and i fell towards the ground below Waking up in a sweat i realized i was back in the hospital Legs broken, head pounding, bruises everywhere I look down at my carefully bandaged wrists Memories of cutting those strings off from my wrists flooding back.

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I am 7 years old. I walk into a room Confident but cautious. I scan the room admiring my new peers. already chatting and connecting. My eyes lock on a girl, Mia. Finally My brain, small and misunderstood, Was understood. As i talk, my hushed voice Grows brighter. we laugh till the sun dies. I am 7 years old. I was 7 years old. I walk into my new school Confident but cautious. I scan the room looking at my peers. A friend i've known for 8+ years highlights from the crowd, Mia. My small and misunderstood brain Finally was understood. I was 7 years old.

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Apr 10

Apr 10, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC

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I am 7 years old. I walk into a room Confident but cautious. I scan the room admiring my new peers. already chatting and connecting. My eyes lock on a girl, Mia. Finally My brain, small and misunderstood, Was understood. As i talk, my hushed voice Grows brighter. we laugh till the sun dies. I am 7 years old. I was 7 years old. I walk into my new school Confident but cautious. I scan the room looking at my peers. A friend i've known for 8+ years highlights from the crowd, Mia. My small and misunderstood brain Finally was understood. I was 7 years old.

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