eleanor-b - Hello Poetry

1 word. 7 letters. 7 underrated letters. 7 deadly letters. Without any early alert. 'Goodbye' is a word i hate. It's final. Without any going back. 'Goodbye' can never be good. You, 6 feet under the ground can never be good.

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC

eleanor-b

(Good)bye

1 word. 7 letters. 7 underrated letters. 7 deadly letters. Without any early alert. 'Goodbye' is a word i hate. It's final. Without any going back. 'Goodbye' can never be good. You, 6 feet under the ground can never be good.

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It is raining right now. And i am reminded by all of our moments in the rain and how we always forgot to bring umbrellas and we would freeze in some abandoned place for hours, laughing. And after 3 months, since... the incident happened.. I think of you and i smile.

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Jun 14, 2017

Jun 14, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC

eleanor-b

Rain

It is raining right now. And i am reminded by all of our moments in the rain and how we always forgot to bring umbrellas and we would freeze in some abandoned place for hours, laughing. And after 3 months, since... the incident happened.. I think of you and i smile.

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I saw you today, And i hugged you, And for a minute Everything was o k a y.

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May 31, 2017

May 31, 2017 at 10:07 AM UTC

eleanor-b

You

I saw you today, And i hugged you, And for a minute Everything was o k a y.

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Depression is a contagious disease. Once it finished you, it came to me.

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Apr 27, 2017

Apr 27, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC

eleanor-b

Depression

Depression is a contagious disease. Once it finished you, it came to me.

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How did we become ...this? -e.b

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Apr 1, 2017

Apr 1, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC

eleanor-b

3 A.M

How did we become ...this? -e.b

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I picture you, Going to the bathroom, You locked the door, Took a blade, Deciding there is no way back. Now, All i can see is red, And your empty face, That only yesterday was full with grace. I can hear the screams Of your parents, My own scream, When they told me that You are gone. I can hear the voices in your head. I want it to stop. I want to stop crying. I want to stop crying. I want to stop crying. I want to stop replaying all these moments in my head, Again and Again And again. Please stop this movie! Stop it.. stop it! Please! , Before i, on my own will break. I miss you. I want you to come back. Please come back. I need you.

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Mar 20, 2017

Mar 20, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC

eleanor-b

Suicide Picture

I picture you, Going to the bathroom, You locked the door, Took a blade, Deciding there is no way back. Now, All i can see is red, And your empty face, That only yesterday was full with grace. I can hear the screams Of your parents, My own scream, When they told me that You are gone. I can hear the voices in your head. I want it to stop. I want to stop crying. I want to stop crying. I want to stop crying. I want to stop replaying all these moments in my head, Again and Again And again. Please stop this movie! Stop it.. stop it! Please! , Before i, on my own will break. I miss you. I want you to come back. Please come back. I need you.

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You ask me, what anorexia is like. It's like slipping or twisting your ancle without anyone seeing, no one to help you up. You sit until someone comes by, they help you up, but after a while you slip again. This time your sitting in mud and slowly sinking into it. And when you're two feet into that hole, a person comes by and tries to help you since your anvle is hurt. But you're afraid they'll fall too so you ask them to leave. You start to crawl out and finally get up, but slip again. You fall down in that hole again, and this time you beoke your entire leg. It starts raining and the hole grows deeper. It's 5 feet deep now. One of your well known friends comes by and tries to help you, but ends up throwing you a shovel. But actually you start to like your hole, you take contact to people, who also fell into a hole. There are sites on the internet, some shows how to get the deepesr mist perfect hole. Other shows how to get up. But you're sad, and you like your hole, so you try to get that deepesr one. You want to win this, you wanna show everyone who called you weak that you can get the deepest hole in the world. But when you're 20 feet under ground, and everyone starts to notice your hole. Everyone is willing to help you. And suddenly you have 20 shovels, and 20 stairs. But you can't decide wich one is better. That's what being anorexic is like

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eleanor-b

Mar 1, 2017

Mar 1, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC

soanxious

You ask me what anorexia is like

You ask me, what anorexia is like. It's like slipping or twisting your ancle without anyone seeing, no one to help you up. You sit until someone comes by, they help you up, but after a while you slip again. This time your sitting in mud and slowly sinking into it. And when you're two feet into that hole, a person comes by and tries to help you since your anvle is hurt. But you're afraid they'll fall too so you ask them to leave. You start to crawl out and finally get up, but slip again. You fall down in that hole again, and this time you beoke your entire leg. It starts raining and the hole grows deeper. It's 5 feet deep now. One of your well known friends comes by and tries to help you, but ends up throwing you a shovel. But actually you start to like your hole, you take contact to people, who also fell into a hole. There are sites on the internet, some shows how to get the deepesr mist perfect hole. Other shows how to get up. But you're sad, and you like your hole, so you try to get that deepesr one. You want to win this, you wanna show everyone who called you weak that you can get the deepest hole in the world. But when you're 20 feet under ground, and everyone starts to notice your hole. Everyone is willing to help you. And suddenly you have 20 shovels, and 20 stairs. But you can't decide wich one is better. That's what being anorexic is like

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schizophrenia is back. I talk to the creature sat at the end of my bed, He takes his hands and places them on my head, I cry into his palms, He is humble, He is kind, The only vision that has been in the whole of my life. I tell him my troubles, My worries, My pain, He whispers and tells me to keep being sane. I tell him I lost my mind a long time ago, He says "Oh my dear, no. You are the one who's sane amoung a world that is crazy. Take this your gift and let your life flow." He tucks me into bed, Wipes my eyes, Tells me to never believe anyone's lies, He leaves me now, Walks away, I close my eyes, And drift away. After a lifetime of "my gift" giving me grief, Pain, despair, and broken belief, The creature he showed me, That not all is bad, There is hope still, maybe I'm really not mad.

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eleanor-b

Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC

Eloi1997

schizophrenia is back

schizophrenia is back. I talk to the creature sat at the end of my bed, He takes his hands and places them on my head, I cry into his palms, He is humble, He is kind, The only vision that has been in the whole of my life. I tell him my troubles, My worries, My pain, He whispers and tells me to keep being sane. I tell him I lost my mind a long time ago, He says "Oh my dear, no. You are the one who's sane amoung a world that is crazy. Take this your gift and let your life flow." He tucks me into bed, Wipes my eyes, Tells me to never believe anyone's lies, He leaves me now, Walks away, I close my eyes, And drift away. After a lifetime of "my gift" giving me grief, Pain, despair, and broken belief, The creature he showed me, That not all is bad, There is hope still, maybe I'm really not mad.

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This was not love making. This was sin and the devil victoriously danced between the sheets.

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eleanor-b

Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC

Losthourssacredmemories

four lines on ****

This was not love making. This was sin and the devil victoriously danced between the sheets.

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We live in a world where no means convince me and flirting is a green light for *** Where women are told, *don't get ***** and men are rarely told, *don't **** Where **** shaming is encouraged and victims are blamed. Where speaking out about **** is a call for attention and **** victims are silenced. We live in a world where **** culture is normal and that is unacceptable.

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eleanor-b

Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC

ellie1094

**** culture

We live in a world where no means convince me and flirting is a green light for *** Where women are told, *don't get ***** and men are rarely told, *don't **** Where **** shaming is encouraged and victims are blamed. Where speaking out about **** is a call for attention and **** victims are silenced. We live in a world where **** culture is normal and that is unacceptable.

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