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DiedMy grandpa died last September / A new girl has come and gone much the same as the girl I was hung up on before / Something tells me I'm not alright
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Jun 22, 2015
Me (the most pathetic being on this planet)This poem is a story about me. I'm writing it at 4:30 AM because I can't sleep and it's better than smoking cigarettes. / I'm 19. Male, half korean, half American mutt. For some reason, I have this photographic memory. I remember too things like they just happened yesterday. I get flashbacks to events I shouldn't remember. Things I shouldn't think about. Other memories never get past the tip of my tongue. I have PTSD with the dumbest triggers you could imagine. I live every day on the edge with pent-up feelings even though I tell people I do not feel. It's hard to make me laugh, and it's hard to make me cry, and I feel awfully lonely. / I remember elementary school. Age 5... I'll remember the first day I rode a school bus for the rest of my life. I think at least 8 kids asked me if I was Chinese on my walk to the back, and some disgustingly fat kid across the aisle was begging people for paper scraps to shoot spitballs at "the ***** The next 13 years weren't much easier than that day. As I grew up, I found it necessary to grow my wit. I disguised my sorry feelings behind clever jokes while people began to like me. I made some friends, but I felt so alone. I always felt like nobody liked me when it was probably only me that didn't like me.
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Aug 13, 2014
Why would I evenWhy would I even want / Why would I even care / Why would I even live
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Jul 2, 2014
One Way StreetThey say love is a two way street. / Sometimes love is a one way street littered with parked cars and a hundred people driving the wrong way.
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Jun 20, 2014
Talking to a dreamThere's a lump in my throat / Seven Nation Army is playing / And I'm talking to myself tonight
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May 28, 2014
Merry Sunday5:09 AM on no sleep and I feel so uneasy. I'm the furthest from proud of myself, just barely hanging on this month and in the past few days, I've relapsed back to a point I thought I was past 3 months ago. It also just hit me how close I am to losing my grandpa who isn't well. I have become the worst wreck of my life, but I'm still here, still pretending things are alright. Truth is, I lay awake too often until 5 in the morning and I'm probably not alright. / Nothing that happened in the past 12 months helped a thing. My health continues to deteriorate. At least my parents finally showed up in my life and friends to keep me going. / I lost the love of my life and learned I was losing my grandpa too, both of which I loved more than anything on earth. One raised me and the other became the reason I lived.
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May 25, 2014
Hell - Population: 1Take the following for what it is. Feelings are real and people are people and everyone is human and people forget that. I wrote this while upset, but really, I can't deny its truth. It applies to any people who find themselves depressed as a result of traumatic experiences with loved ones. / ... / I don't care what anyone says. I wish every day that the best friend I ever had was still here. Those memories, the fondest of my life, I can't get out of my head. But...
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May 24, 2014
Next WeekShe and I... / We sat on an island alone. / Nobody around her wanted me around.
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May 13, 2014
Everything that isn't meA fire burns in my heart / For a girl I once called heaven. / Her mom tore me apart
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May 13, 2014
One Last ChanceThe boy inside my head remembers the girl inside yours. / He wants to tell you that he still loves you...that he'll love you forever. / He wants to tell you he's trapped and all alone.
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May 5, 2014
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