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faith-vinton
faith-vinton
Nebraska A woman needs a man like a fish needs a bicycle. / / / Coffee enthusiast and pluviophile
I've been struggling lately I've never felt like I was worth much So the idea of suicide was always in the back of my mind There have been times where breathing even became a burden The nights when I didn't sleep became unrelenting Normal everyday conversations took all of my energy I didn't really see anything in me And when it came to Kai I gathered all my life just so I could keep hers going Until I ran out After losing her there wasn't much left of me I have a friend who has been trying to convince me to stay But I have one broken heart and one stubborn brain But she is beautiful with a smart mouth and when she talks, I listen And if she can see something in me then I should be able to see something in myself Life is meant to change Every day Every second The more you fight it the more you hurt yourself I've hurt myself for far too long She told me that if I left, she'd be heartbroken Just like I was when Kai left I know suicide is the wrong answer to a question with multiple solutions I'm slowly regaining my life I have to use what's deep inside And continue preventing suicide
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Preventing Suicide
TO ALL POETS Each of us is different yet we are (bottom-line) the same true to self that's what really matters words are the joys and tears of our heart none can stop them--never, ever
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC
TO ALL POETS
What's your favorite flower? If we could stay inside all day, laying on the bed together amidst our books and papers and photographs Maybe the lawn's on fire, but we smile at each other the grass stays green & there's no housework I'll kiss you behind your ear and lead you into the garden I'll hold your hand and give you the heart you stole we'll drink cold water and inhale the cool breeze under a black silky sky, liquid stars Even if the neighborhood is under attack we'll be ok in our house listening to our breaths and diffusing the bombs under our bed.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC
untitled
The very moment it starts raining is the most beautiful thing. The skies open up and one single drop is brave enough to fall. It hits the ground, splattering. The other raindrops come crashing down, enveloping everything. I feel so safe when it’s raining. The sound calms me, the drops lightly pitter-patter on my skin as I sit on the roof outside my room. I stare off into the distance, trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do with thoughts racing through my head. My covert tears, hidden by the rain streaming down my face, define all that I am. Depressed. Lost. Worthless. I feel so safe when it’s raining. So safe, in fact, that I let my walls come down, and my emotions fight me with self-deprecating thoughts. All hell breaks loose in my mind, but you wouldn’t even be able to tell because the rain always washes my pain away.
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
I feel so safe when it's raining
Minds are dark places When all you can do is lay in bed nothing is safe anymore There is no fear or insecurity that is off limits I can't escape Even in my dreams they follow me Death just seems so easy And I know it's selfish believe me I am trying not to act how I feel Everything is becoming real Depression creeps up from the ground and encloses my body Covering every crack and gapping hole because it knows I'm already empty Because the only thing that fuels fear is more fear And everyday I take a heaping dose of doubt and play my usual role The need to bleed is very prevalent But I don't even want to try anymore Because the more I say I'm fine the more I don't care And why should I?
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 2:17 AM UTC
Losing Faith