inconspicuous_dawn - Hello Poetry

A memory that starts to linger. A memory that slowly goes away. A memory that disappears at the flick of a finger. A memory that sadly fades to grey. What is a memory, you say? A memory is something to reminisce, It's something the mind can replay. Memories that can bring such bliss. But memories can also be so distant. They could be so painful. Long enough to be nonexistent, Maybe to the point of thinking it was just a fable. I once had wonderful memories, The kind of memories that made me smile. A lot filled with an abundant of treasuries, So many memories that were very worthwhile. As time went by, I didn't enjoy those memories long. Before I knew it, they made me cry. Where could have it gone wrong? My memories soon turned into jeopardy. I was starting to lose my mind. Everything was beginning to be a fading memory, "Why does the world have to be so unkind?"

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Dec 22, 2020

Dec 22, 2020 at 4:37 PM UTC

inconspicuous_dawn

Fading Memory

A memory that starts to linger. A memory that slowly goes away. A memory that disappears at the flick of a finger. A memory that sadly fades to grey. What is a memory, you say? A memory is something to reminisce, It's something the mind can replay. Memories that can bring such bliss. But memories can also be so distant. They could be so painful. Long enough to be nonexistent, Maybe to the point of thinking it was just a fable. I once had wonderful memories, The kind of memories that made me smile. A lot filled with an abundant of treasuries, So many memories that were very worthwhile. As time went by, I didn't enjoy those memories long. Before I knew it, they made me cry. Where could have it gone wrong? My memories soon turned into jeopardy. I was starting to lose my mind. Everything was beginning to be a fading memory, "Why does the world have to be so unkind?"

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I’m so deep in my low self-worth, It’s going to take a lot for me to believe those words about myself.

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Dec 22, 2020

Dec 22, 2020 at 4:30 PM UTC

inconspicuous_dawn

Shadow of Doubt

I’m so deep in my low self-worth, It’s going to take a lot for me to believe those words about myself.

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I’m the kind of person that when she’s feeling sad and when she’s crying she starts to think about the people she’d want to talk to at the moment but no one comes to mind because everyone close to her can’t handle how emotional she is, can’t handle seeing her cry, can’t handle seeing her so upset. So she starts thinking of other people that she’s been talking to but she doesn’t feel comfortable enough or close enough to open up to them so she just lies in bed feeling sorry for herself and cries herself to sleep.

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Dec 22, 2020

Dec 22, 2020 at 4:27 PM UTC

inconspicuous_dawn

Wanting an Ear

I’m the kind of person that when she’s feeling sad and when she’s crying she starts to think about the people she’d want to talk to at the moment but no one comes to mind because everyone close to her can’t handle how emotional she is, can’t handle seeing her cry, can’t handle seeing her so upset. So she starts thinking of other people that she’s been talking to but she doesn’t feel comfortable enough or close enough to open up to them so she just lies in bed feeling sorry for herself and cries herself to sleep.

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There have been so many thoughts running through my mind that it leaves my heart in knots and my existence so blind. "Why do I feel cast aside?" "Why am I being rejected?" These thoughts make me want to hide because it makes me feel so dejected. The thoughts I have keep coming back, I then ask myself, "is it me?" "Is there something that I lack?" "or is it something bigger that I can't see?" "Will it always be like this?" I don't want to reminisce.

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Dec 22, 2020

Dec 22, 2020 at 4:24 PM UTC

inconspicuous_dawn

Lonely Thoughts

There have been so many thoughts running through my mind that it leaves my heart in knots and my existence so blind. "Why do I feel cast aside?" "Why am I being rejected?" These thoughts make me want to hide because it makes me feel so dejected. The thoughts I have keep coming back, I then ask myself, "is it me?" "Is there something that I lack?" "or is it something bigger that I can't see?" "Will it always be like this?" I don't want to reminisce.

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