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jaelyn
jaelyn
hi, poetry is my way of releasing my feelings. thanks for reading
i love you i still do im still fooled i thought you said those things genuinely gently whispered from lips that tasted so good turns out to be all in naught a sweet misguidance one i chose to believe a belief that i thought that you loved me
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
love?
you cover up a cover made of smiles and laughter while drifting slowly slowly slowly drifting away from what you know what you loved not knowing why not wanting a why just wanting to die
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
question: why
like a wall i cannot hide you spring out from my inside hiding all my fears concealing all my tears you are a blank white sheet something I put up in a heartbeat you cover up my imperfections things I see with no affection a sweet sweet lie I live to tell and only people who know me well have seen behind this thick façade and love me, even though im flawed dear façade, you know me well please let me go, let me break my shell
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Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
dear façade
you are a morning glory beautiful in every way understated underestimated you close up every night and open each morning you are strong, dedicated and won't be decimated if it's a rainy day you close and let the water get you but you open right back up again and have me smiling till the end everyone loves you, dear morning glory and sadly sometimes you cannot see it we believe in you, you wonderful one just keep going, keep trying hon
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
morning glory
trepidation jolts through my fingers as you grow near the delicate soft smell of your being set at unease picturing all our moments moments left behind in a dream sweet lies you told me the saccharine promises you made float through my mind everyday you never saw me in the light that i saw you the things you said ring out in my head you can never take back words i lie here everyday crying, crying, crying away i would take the sweet lies over this hurt any day
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 12:31 PM UTC
sweet addictions
the rain falls as i try to forget it all the bad memories swarm my mind like little bees she left behind all the scars and all the pain just wont seem to go away now again the rain will fall and now again i forget it all
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
thnks fr th mmrs
broken glass at broken tables with broken hearts and broken thoughts no one understands the broken broken in the inside not the out broken is the words you speak in quiet confidentiality to a friend who will never quite understand broken is crying at 2am broken is staring at the razor in agony knowing it causes more pain than relief broken is feeling detached and fake broken is not seeming broken
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
broken
everyone associates the sound of silence with calm the sound of silence can be terrifying the sound of silence is not silent the sound of silence is unbearable pain as those voices scream out in agony “youre worthless” “no one cares about you” “you should just **** yourself” “youre the ugliest thing ive ever seen” the sound of silence the sound of the sound the the sound of i wish everything would just shut up.
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
the sound of silence
everyone tells you of the terrible twos but no one warns you of the teens that haunt you you lie there alone, all warm in your bed as bouts of depression dance through your head you walk through the halls, life a hazy grey as you wish those demons would just go away anxiety haunts you, you tell your psychiatrist so near as you wish you could just walk out of the rear pills and pills in little orange bottles “this will help you i'm sure! it's the new model!” you cant help but feel that no one can comprehend that you, a child, is so near the end you cant feel anymore, they whisper in your ear closer and closer the demons grow near you feel so trapped, as you cannot breathe you sit down on the floor “not again” you seethe they’re called panic attacks, your therapist tells you these happen a lot, and they are hard to live through your friends they try hard, to get you to smile you do as you are told, this goes on for a while you realize when all is gone and all is done when you wished you were dead, the demons had won
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Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 7:44 PM UTC
demons