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cassidy-wilson
cassidy-wilson
I used to look at you And I wanted to be you I wanted your beauty Your personality Everything about you that made people want you I knew that would never happen So I settled Settled for being your friend For standing in the background And let you shine Because you were better Your light was brighter And I could only wish to be like you Then I started to grow Grow and blossom So you tried to tear me down Make me feel worthless Was it because my light was growing brighter As yours dimmed You were becoming toxic And I was just growing So you tried to take things away from me Steal what I had for yourself And I still question why But I won't stop you I can rebuild a life A life without your toxicity A life where I won't cry Or be unhappy Free to shine without being dimmed Free to feel better about myself
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Better (A self esteem poem)
They say sticks and stones may break my bones But they never told me how words would destroy me Or how I could destroy with my words My tongue is my weapon Like a whip it lashes through even the thickest of armor Every word uttered would bring grown men to their knees Every sentence could shatter porcelain All caused by my two biggest weapons My mind and my tongue
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
Sticks and stones
Fit in I have to fit in Look the part And play it flawlessly I don’t remember the last time I ate a whole meal I’m not even sure I know what a whole meal is anymore We’re all a part of this play Our characters decided for us In hopes I can change where I belong I paint my face day after day Day after day I try not to envy others Envy the love, and success of my peers I hide, feeling disgust for myself I go unnoticed like a broken doll People only look to judge No one tries to glue my pieces back together Fit in You have to fit in But I’m just a minor character No one notices me I don’t want to disappear So I change myself more and more More and more pieces shatter Toppling to the ground like the meaningless things they are Notice me Please notice me See me for who I am I’m so sick of pretending I’m okay Pretending to fit in Fit in Fit in they told me Thats the only way to become important The only way for them to care about me They didn’t tell me what I had to sacrifice Sacrifice my beliefs, my personality Sacrifice everything that made me, me. Stand out Please stand out Not for me But for you For your quirky laugh For your way of thinking For everything that makes you your own person Don’t spend your life wishing you were someone else I can’t tell you how many times I cried Cried myself to sleep And wishing Wishing I was brave enough to end it all And finally wishing became reality Like a cloud of smoke I disappeared as a clone of someone else
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
Fit In
Fit in I have to fit in Look the part And play it flawlessly I don’t remember the last time I ate a whole meal I’m not even sure I know what a whole meal is anymore We’re all a part of this play Our characters decided for us In hopes I can change where I belong I paint my face day after day Day after day I try not to envy others Envy the love, and success of my peers I hide, feeling disgust for myself I go unnoticed like a broken doll People only look to judge No one tries to glue my pieces back together Fit in You have to fit in But I’m just a minor character No one notices me I don’t want to disappear So I change myself more and more More and more pieces shatter Toppling to the ground like the meaningless things they are Notice me Please notice me See me for who I am I’m so sick of pretending I’m okay Pretending to fit in Fit in Fit in they told me Thats the only way to become important The only way for them to care about me They didn’t tell me what I had to sacrifice Sacrifice my beliefs, my personality Sacrifice everything that made me, me. Stand out Please stand out Not for me But for you For your quirky laugh For your way of thinking For everything that makes you your own person Don’t spend your life wishing you were someone else I can’t tell you how many times I cried Cried myself to sleep And wishing Wishing I was brave enough to end it all And finally wishing became reality Like a cloud of smoke I disappeared as a clone of someone else
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You are strong Strong enough to weather the most violent of storms Strong enough to stand Stand when you feel like falling You have fought battles And you have won You are a soldier You are Smart Smart enough to have an opinion Smart enough to speak your mind Even though others will call you stupid Even though they will laugh They will criticize You will not hide You are a scholar You are beautiful Beautiful enough to start wars Beautiful enough to be loved You are art Your skin Your voice Everything about you should be envied And though people will look upon you Look upon you to sneer To pollute the air around you with ****** words You will walk with your head high You are a Goddess among men
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Strong
Gray Gray such a sad color The type of sadness I feel Not terrible and dark Just Gray Gray like a thunder storm My mind filled with nothing but rain clouds It's such an empty feeling Almost like nothing really matters The words they speak to me never get through the clouds They’re too big, too heavy to fade away Sometimes I wonder I wonder if this is what dying on the inside is But I fear the answer too much to ask To ask for help Help from people who don’t see gray Gray Gray the color that haunts me The was a ghost haunts a house Thunder and lightning accompany the clouds now Now I face an even bigger monster A monster with no face that leers over me I find my body is weighed down Weighed down by the clouds that are spreading My feet drag as if rooted permanently to the ground And I have stopped believing Believing in getting better Because only I can see the gray in this world Gray Gray the color that keeps getting darker My skin has begun to mimic the shade It's the only shade I see There is no color in my world Only the dull, lifeless gray My mind screams for help Help, I think, is no longer possible The thunder and lightning consumes my mind Sometimes I wonder Wonder what it would be like to live in a world without gray.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
50 Shades Of Gray
Shunned that's how I feel When I try to be myself When I try to speak up You tear me down Tell me to be quiet Not to speak And pollute the ears of those around us But if you'd listen you'd know Know that my thoughts are worth so much That my mind is a garden When I speak I'm trying to plant a seed To help others grow To help you grow How long has it been since you had a garden Is your mind barren Like a dessert with no water And you've grown so used to it You've become ignorant Because you forgot what it felt like to think for yourself So you shun any hope of restarting your garden And I will leave if that's what you want I will not surrender my garden Not for you Not for your narrow mind And though you shun me My garden will thrive Flowers will bloom Because not all will shun me Some will listen to what I have to say And they will talk back And our gardens will grow The fruit of knowledge growing with every word spoken And you will be alone In your ignorant ways
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Shunned
On the day I died there was no bright light. There was no voice to pull me to heaven. There was only aching. And a hole where my heart had been. On the day I died there was a boy. A boy I loved. A boy that could never love me back. Because he only saw her. The girl who consumed his soul. The girl who had been placed in the ground years ago. Yet she stood in my place when he looked at me. She was the one he truly saw. I didn’t care though. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to be a part of his happiness. Even though he was killing me. Even though I sank lower and lower with each kiss. With each whisper. Until I was drowning in a mixture of tears and blood. On the day I died I said goodbye. I said goodbye and fled. I ran from the cause of my pain. I watched as the light left from his eyes. As he searched for something to say. As our tears drowned each other. And I heard the voice I loved so dearly. Yell a name that wasn’t mine as I left. Yell and beg her not to leave him again. Not me but her. On the day I died my world turned gray. Gray and rainy. And I watched the storm clouds get thicker And the rain hit the pavement outside my door harder. I watched as lightning struck. Thunder became the only sound. Thunder that yelled a name over and over. Not mine or his but hers. On the day I died I felt myself sink lower. Until I was in my grave completely. Until I was just a hollow shell. A shell that was cursed to go on. Cursed to be the one living with a hole in my chest. A hole that left me opened and exposed to the world. Leaving me more vulnerable than I thought imaginable. On the day I died my body got colder. My lips were ice. Covered in a thin layer of frost. Frost that held me safely. That allowed me to protect myself. Protect the stony heart that had hardened with time. Frost was the beginning. Until I was completely made of ice. Ice so cold and fragile it frightened others. Frightened them from talking or touching. Chasing them away with the cold expressions. The only expressions I knew now. Only those expressions of pain and suffering. The ever present frown on a frostbitten face. Once rosy cheeks a sickening blue shade. On the day I died I felt nothing but guilt. An overwhelming sensation. The feeling of leaving someone more broken. Someone who had no one. The need to run back and beg for forgiveness. The ache of potentially killing someone. Taking a life with your own. On the day I lived I felt peace. Peace and love that surrounded me wholly. With someone who saw me. Someone who whispered my name and not hers. Someone whose soul was as beautiful as the body it dwelled in. Someone who chased away the storms. Made me warm again. Melted the ice that encased me. His lips acted as the sun. Freeing me from the cold loneliness. There was no more guilt. No more hole where my heart sat. I had a new heart. A heart shared with someone who loved me. Someone who made me happy. Like I wanted him to be happy. On the day I lived I felt something. Something that was real. Something that brought joy instead of hurt. On the day I lived I found a reason to stay that way.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
On The Day I Died
On the day I died there was no bright light. There was no voice to pull me to heaven. There was only aching. And a hole where my heart had been. On the day I died there was a boy. A boy I loved. A boy that could never love me back. Because he only saw her. The girl who consumed his soul. The girl who had been placed in the ground years ago. Yet she stood in my place when he looked at me. She was the one he truly saw. I didn’t care though. I wanted him to be happy. I wanted to be a part of his happiness. Even though he was killing me. Even though I sank lower and lower with each kiss. With each whisper. Until I was drowning in a mixture of tears and blood. On the day I died I said goodbye. I said goodbye and fled. I ran from the cause of my pain. I watched as the light left from his eyes. As he searched for something to say. As our tears drowned each other. And I heard the voice I loved so dearly. Yell a name that wasn’t mine as I left. Yell and beg her not to leave him again. Not me but her. On the day I died my world turned gray. Gray and rainy. And I watched the storm clouds get thicker And the rain hit the pavement outside my door harder. I watched as lightning struck. Thunder became the only sound. Thunder that yelled a name over and over. Not mine or his but hers. On the day I died I felt myself sink lower. Until I was in my grave completely. Until I was just a hollow shell. A shell that was cursed to go on. Cursed to be the one living with a hole in my chest. A hole that left me opened and exposed to the world. Leaving me more vulnerable than I thought imaginable. On the day I died my body got colder. My lips were ice. Covered in a thin layer of frost. Frost that held me safely. That allowed me to protect myself. Protect the stony heart that had hardened with time. Frost was the beginning. Until I was completely made of ice. Ice so cold and fragile it frightened others. Frightened them from talking or touching. Chasing them away with the cold expressions. The only expressions I knew now. Only those expressions of pain and suffering. The ever present frown on a frostbitten face. Once rosy cheeks a sickening blue shade. On the day I died I felt nothing but guilt. An overwhelming sensation. The feeling of leaving someone more broken. Someone who had no one. The need to run back and beg for forgiveness. The ache of potentially killing someone. Taking a life with your own. On the day I lived I felt peace. Peace and love that surrounded me wholly. With someone who saw me. Someone who whispered my name and not hers. Someone whose soul was as beautiful as the body it dwelled in. Someone who chased away the storms. Made me warm again. Melted the ice that encased me. His lips acted as the sun. Freeing me from the cold loneliness. There was no more guilt. No more hole where my heart sat. I had a new heart. A heart shared with someone who loved me. Someone who made me happy. Like I wanted him to be happy. On the day I lived I felt something. Something that was real. Something that brought joy instead of hurt. On the day I lived I found a reason to stay that way.
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