kaleigh-michelle-johns - Hello Poetry

maybe we’ll heal the same way we broke. beautifully and all at once.

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Aug 15, 2019

Aug 15, 2019 at 1:08 AM UTC

maybe we’ll heal the same way we broke. beautifully and all at once.

Maybe one day, in ten years from now, we'll accidentally meet at a coffee shop downtown in the city we both love and we'll talk about our lives and the weather and fill each other in on the missing years. And maybe we'll laugh and talk about the past, and I'll pretend it doesn't still sting to hear your voice. And maybe, just maybe, we'll meet again 10 years after that and I'll have finally erased the memory of you off my lips.

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Jan 7, 2017

Jan 7, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC

Happenstance

Maybe one day, in ten years from now, we'll accidentally meet at a coffee shop downtown in the city we both love and we'll talk about our lives and the weather and fill each other in on the missing years. And maybe we'll laugh and talk about the past, and I'll pretend it doesn't still sting to hear your voice. And maybe, just maybe, we'll meet again 10 years after that and I'll have finally erased the memory of you off my lips.

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She carved the words into her skin that she couldn't say out loud and she painted murals on her arms that she couldn't draw on paper. Watercolor portraits of blood and tears. She was an artist in the most tragic of ways.

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Jan 31, 2016

Jan 31, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC

Watercolors

She carved the words into her skin that she couldn't say out loud and she painted murals on her arms that she couldn't draw on paper. Watercolor portraits of blood and tears. She was an artist in the most tragic of ways.

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sometimes I push you away just to see if you'll pull me closer

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Dec 4, 2015

Dec 4, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC

I just wanted you to fight for me

sometimes I push you away just to see if you'll pull me closer

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Sometimes I wonder what freedom feels like. What fresh air feels like in my lungs. What a "good day" truly feels like. But then sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have fears. To not be cripppled by anxiety over the thought of being around people. To not have thoughts running marathons in my head. And then sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the pain of depression. What it feels like to be okay. What normal feels like.

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Oct 26, 2015

Oct 26, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC

Maybe I'm Asking Too Much

Sometimes I wonder what freedom feels like. What fresh air feels like in my lungs. What a "good day" truly feels like. But then sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not have fears. To not be cripppled by anxiety over the thought of being around people. To not have thoughts running marathons in my head. And then sometimes I wonder what life would be like without the pain of depression. What it feels like to be okay. What normal feels like.

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it's the worst feeling in the world. one that shakes you to your very core. i'm not good enough. it hits you and suddenly you're doubled over in pain in the bathroom and you can feel your heart breaking and the tears won't stop falling and the thoughts in your head run wild and all you can think about is every single thing that you're not good enough for. and you just want to run away but the demons in your mind are running away with the little bit of sanity that you had left and all you can do is lay there curled up holding onto the hope that it's just a bad day but you know it's not just a bad day and when you wake up tomorrow you're still not going to feel good enough. and how are you supposed to pretend you're strong and face all those things that make you feel worthless, stupid, useless, non-important? and how are you supposed to care about yourself when it feels like no one else cares about you either? and the worst part is you don't even know who you are anymore. she left a long time ago and she never came back.

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Oct 9, 2015

Oct 9, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC

yesterday was supposed to be a good day

it's the worst feeling in the world. one that shakes you to your very core. i'm not good enough. it hits you and suddenly you're doubled over in pain in the bathroom and you can feel your heart breaking and the tears won't stop falling and the thoughts in your head run wild and all you can think about is every single thing that you're not good enough for. and you just want to run away but the demons in your mind are running away with the little bit of sanity that you had left and all you can do is lay there curled up holding onto the hope that it's just a bad day but you know it's not just a bad day and when you wake up tomorrow you're still not going to feel good enough. and how are you supposed to pretend you're strong and face all those things that make you feel worthless, stupid, useless, non-important? and how are you supposed to care about yourself when it feels like no one else cares about you either? and the worst part is you don't even know who you are anymore. she left a long time ago and she never came back.

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sometimes it's just a blur and everything is numb and i can't feel anything because nothing feels right and it's scary not knowing because i hate not knowing and i'm scared you're gonna leave and i'm afriad of not being strong enough and i hate that you're in pain so much because pain is stupid and why do people have to suffer like why is depression a thing it's just all too much and we're too young to suffer from so much and it ***** because it's just so **** hard but we fight like hell anyway because it's the only way to survive in this ****** up world and maybe we're all just fragments trying to put ourselves together into complete sentences that make even the slightest bit of sense

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC

Fragments

sometimes it's just a blur and everything is numb and i can't feel anything because nothing feels right and it's scary not knowing because i hate not knowing and i'm scared you're gonna leave and i'm afriad of not being strong enough and i hate that you're in pain so much because pain is stupid and why do people have to suffer like why is depression a thing it's just all too much and we're too young to suffer from so much and it ***** because it's just so **** hard but we fight like hell anyway because it's the only way to survive in this ****** up world and maybe we're all just fragments trying to put ourselves together into complete sentences that make even the slightest bit of sense

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We blame society For the demons in our head But the monster inside is ourselves

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Sep 29, 2015

Sep 29, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC

9/29/15

We blame society For the demons in our head But the monster inside is ourselves

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You shot the bullet And I stood right in the line of fire Not a bone was shattered Only my fragile heart

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC

Bulletproof

You shot the bullet And I stood right in the line of fire Not a bone was shattered Only my fragile heart

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I have a package of letters from you. Unopened. I still have every message you sent. Still not reread. I see pictures of us on my laptop. I cringe. Every reminder brings back memories and those memories bring back you. Some days I miss you. Others, not at all. But no matter what I can't forget I won't forget I still remember You.

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Oct 10, 2014

Oct 10, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC

You

I have a package of letters from you. Unopened. I still have every message you sent. Still not reread. I see pictures of us on my laptop. I cringe. Every reminder brings back memories and those memories bring back you. Some days I miss you. Others, not at all. But no matter what I can't forget I won't forget I still remember You.

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