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liajthompson
liajthompson
18/F/Minnesota just your ordinary girl trying to speak her mind.
your name is forbidden in my mouth or in my heart because when i think about you; i'll cry a little more, hurt a little stronger love a little softer because you no longer make me feel sober i'm drunk on the memory of you
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
drunk on you
So, no this isn’t a poem today. This is me trying to reach out. I feel so alone And I need someone Anyone To talk to. Please help I’m running out of time..
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC
I need help
last night, I realized something. I can still remember the first time I came across, self harm. suicide. it was a movie. 'cyber bully' I was 13 years old. I remember the song, playing during the scene 'breath me' Sia. I remember looking up, self harm that very night. getting all these terrible ideas. I'll admit, at first I used it for attention. but, not in the way you may think. I craved my fathers attention. so, I cut. deeper and deeper. till it became an addiction. a release. I felt control for once. but, one night my sister walked in on me, cutting. that was the moment I decided. what I'm doing is wrong. so, I tired and tried. to over come my addiction. I wanted to show her that, it's alright to have rough times. but, it's all about overcoming them. being stronger than you may believe you are. I did it for her. it took a year and I half. one step forward two steps back. but, I did it. and now, I'm proud. I'm proud of who I am. I no longer feel ashamed. I over came my battle. and, I've finally came to a conclusion. that I'd like to share my story. for all those going threw, rough times. to show them, things are possible. believe in yourself.
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
my story.
It took me seven years to realise the words in my mind were too deep for my mouth to dig up I thought it was easier to open my skin and let the truth pour down my arms It took me seven years to realise nobody should be allowed to touch parts of your home or hold pieces   of your heart that you don't yet understand It took me seven years to realise I will wear these scars forever I'll carry them through every smile every kiss every concerned gaze I'll carry them to my grave It took me seven years to realise the pain carved into the walls of my castle etchings of attempting to disappear are not a story of weakness but a tale of how I survived
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
Seven Years
It controls her She can't stop it It's a constant battle She can't drop it It has become a habit She can't quit It's taking over her body Bit by bit The scars fade But the memories don't She wants them to leave But they refuse.. They won't It's an on going battle. It's a fight she never wins It's a constant struggle It's a war that never ends It's her sweet escape It gets her lost in her own place She gets to control the pain As her adrenaline starts to race She grabs it off the dresser As a tear falls from her cheek She presses even harder Reminding herself not to shriek No one understands No one ever will This habit now controls her As the world around her stands still But now the room is spinning Her head is getting light She falls back in her bed Refusing to put up a fight She takes one last breath as she turns out the lights Then she closes her eyes as she calls it a night
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Habit
I miss him. his lips. smile. eyes. mind. I pushed him away, now I'm the only one to blame.
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Untitled
how come, you must rub it in my face. about how happy you are with him. the man I love. you stole him. gone. and you feel the need to brag. why? how come, you get pleasure.. from making me feel small. unwanted. being second choice hurts enough, without your words. please. go.
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May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 11:49 AM UTC
Emily.
I am no poet. just a lost girl expressing her word. and sometimes wondering weather or not, I belong in this world. with cold shaking hands, I find it had to stand. this world is so cruel. why can't it just be me & you? I am no poet. but, here I am waiting for you. I'll give you a hand.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
I am no poet.
you say she's heaven. but, you let her drag you threw hell.
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May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
explain this to me