senpaimoon - Hello Poetry

I'm sick and i'm tired. I'm sick of being sick and tired. I want nothing more than to live a normal life. A life where my heart doesn't hurt, and my brain doesn't overthink. I have died years ago. but my body refuses to rest with the dead So I walk amongst the living, plastering on fake smiles, pretending everything's okay.

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Feb 16, 2017

Feb 16, 2017 at 7:01 AM UTC

Rest In Pieces

I'm sick and i'm tired. I'm sick of being sick and tired. I want nothing more than to live a normal life. A life where my heart doesn't hurt, and my brain doesn't overthink. I have died years ago. but my body refuses to rest with the dead So I walk amongst the living, plastering on fake smiles, pretending everything's okay.

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I cling to your words like honey. Your voice trickles down my spine when you sigh . As i'm enveloped in your arms I feel as if i'm melting Almost like you have taken down all the barriers around my heart. When darkness comes and the past tries to take over , I look up and see a light at the end of the tunnel. You are that light. My light.

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Feb 14, 2017

Feb 14, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC

My Light

I cling to your words like honey. Your voice trickles down my spine when you sigh . As i'm enveloped in your arms I feel as if i'm melting Almost like you have taken down all the barriers around my heart. When darkness comes and the past tries to take over , I look up and see a light at the end of the tunnel. You are that light. My light.

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Love me for who I am. Broken and all, each damaged piece fits right back in to place when I fall. Though fragile as I am, I've been through a lot. I'm tougher than you think, please don't give it a second thought. Though I may have been tumbled around all my life, these bruises and scars tell a story of my strife. I'm alive and i'm breathing, which is no easy feat. My heart has grown strong. Don't underestimate the weak.

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Feb 12, 2017

Feb 12, 2017 at 4:41 AM UTC

I Am Strong

Love me for who I am. Broken and all, each damaged piece fits right back in to place when I fall. Though fragile as I am, I've been through a lot. I'm tougher than you think, please don't give it a second thought. Though I may have been tumbled around all my life, these bruises and scars tell a story of my strife. I'm alive and i'm breathing, which is no easy feat. My heart has grown strong. Don't underestimate the weak.

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I am forever drowning in a place where I cannot move I cannot breathe Yet time still goes on all around me. I have learned to call this place home,for no matter how hard I try I cannot escape. Time has no place here Everything lies still. I do not move on from the trauma I have been through each **** is shown to me over and over again They call it PTSD post traumatic stress disorder You'd think that after all these times I could avoid this inevitability * I was ***** last night* Thinking I was in the company of friends, I got drunk I could feel everything happening to me but I couldn't say no It was as if I was only a husk of myself I wasn't there When I finally came too, I squeezed my legs together. You wouldn't stop touching me I moved to the corner of the bed Holding onto myself tightly, hoping this was just a dream You wouldn't stop touching me PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME It's over now I'm back to the place where everything lies still.

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Feb 8, 2017

Feb 8, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC

Is This A Dream?

I am forever drowning in a place where I cannot move I cannot breathe Yet time still goes on all around me. I have learned to call this place home,for no matter how hard I try I cannot escape. Time has no place here Everything lies still. I do not move on from the trauma I have been through each **** is shown to me over and over again They call it PTSD post traumatic stress disorder You'd think that after all these times I could avoid this inevitability * I was ***** last night* Thinking I was in the company of friends, I got drunk I could feel everything happening to me but I couldn't say no It was as if I was only a husk of myself I wasn't there When I finally came too, I squeezed my legs together. You wouldn't stop touching me I moved to the corner of the bed Holding onto myself tightly, hoping this was just a dream You wouldn't stop touching me PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME It's over now I'm back to the place where everything lies still.

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With every step I take I hear the crack of my bones; They're fragile now. How many times has it been? Picking up the pieces of myself, each jagged bone more complicated than the last. I wonder how long this charade can go on When will i finally turn to ash?

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Feb 3, 2017

Feb 3, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC

Cracking Bones

With every step I take I hear the crack of my bones; They're fragile now. How many times has it been? Picking up the pieces of myself, each jagged bone more complicated than the last. I wonder how long this charade can go on When will i finally turn to ash?

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Like walking on a tightrope Thinner than grass There's no nets below Better save my *** Keep your head up high and don't look down I look All i see are frowns There frowning at me Why are they frowning at me? What did i do? I've been through so much, I think i'm almost there But the tightrope it stretches I'll keep walking, but its not fair The people below want me to end my life They say "I'm not worth it" "Why go through this strife?" Death is not the answer Not for me anyways So I'll keep walking this tightrope No matter how far I'll make it, you'll see Just watch me.

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC

A Circus Act.

Like walking on a tightrope Thinner than grass There's no nets below Better save my *** Keep your head up high and don't look down I look All i see are frowns There frowning at me Why are they frowning at me? What did i do? I've been through so much, I think i'm almost there But the tightrope it stretches I'll keep walking, but its not fair The people below want me to end my life They say "I'm not worth it" "Why go through this strife?" Death is not the answer Not for me anyways So I'll keep walking this tightrope No matter how far I'll make it, you'll see Just watch me.

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Depression bites at your ankles, feels like glass shards embedded in your feet with every step you take,painful at first and then numb. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear "you're garbage" "you're ugly" ***** **** useless, why are you even alive?" With every step you take your bones go brittle and break. There's a parasite in your brain, there's an elephant on your chest, and everything gets heavy. Your eyelids start to close, falling into a deep slumber to get away from reality. But instead you have nightmares, of that day , of that night, of that month , of that year, and they repeat themselves over and over again making sure you never forget; and you won't. Finally you wake up and it's been two days since you last got out of bed. You heave a heavy sigh as the pattern starts all over again.

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Jul 14, 2015

Jul 14, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC

What It Feels Like.

Depression bites at your ankles, feels like glass shards embedded in your feet with every step you take,painful at first and then numb. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear "you're garbage" "you're ugly" ***** **** useless, why are you even alive?" With every step you take your bones go brittle and break. There's a parasite in your brain, there's an elephant on your chest, and everything gets heavy. Your eyelids start to close, falling into a deep slumber to get away from reality. But instead you have nightmares, of that day , of that night, of that month , of that year, and they repeat themselves over and over again making sure you never forget; and you won't. Finally you wake up and it's been two days since you last got out of bed. You heave a heavy sigh as the pattern starts all over again.

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The only way i would've gotten anything good out of life, is if i were the top dog and not the piece of **** it walks on.

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Sep 6, 2013

Sep 6, 2013 at 10:09 PM UTC

The Higher Up.

The only way i would've gotten anything good out of life, is if i were the top dog and not the piece of **** it walks on.

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I wish i could be talented or pretty. To be noticed, not rejected. All I've ever been is that loser who sits by herself. The girl who never fit in. Sure,maybe in my pictures I'm smiling, But did you ever stop to think that this smile might not be real? Did you ever think it was possible to look like everything's going for you, But on the inside, nothings right? All i really am is this empty shell who walks around looking lively, but feeling lifeless. I know there's more of you out there. Maybe we understand each other to a certain extent, But we're all fighting are own battles. We are all alone.

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May 17, 2013

May 17, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC

Alone.

I wish i could be talented or pretty. To be noticed, not rejected. All I've ever been is that loser who sits by herself. The girl who never fit in. Sure,maybe in my pictures I'm smiling, But did you ever stop to think that this smile might not be real? Did you ever think it was possible to look like everything's going for you, But on the inside, nothings right? All i really am is this empty shell who walks around looking lively, but feeling lifeless. I know there's more of you out there. Maybe we understand each other to a certain extent, But we're all fighting are own battles. We are all alone.

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Happy.. Energetic.. Care free.. These are the memories from my childhood The innocence I once had is forever gone Sorrow and woe has taken its place Consuming me from the inside out I am trapped within myself With no hope of ever feeling alive I sit in this hollowed out shell of mine Physically looking as if nothing is wrong While emotionally unstable Locked in my room i stay Out of fear from the people who don't undestand I see them staring I hear them whisper and laugh Will the teasing ever stop? Silent I stay Pretending not to hear Faking my smiles as if everythig is fine. Holding in the tears that want to pour out Stupid girl Don't give them that satisfaction Don't you cry Not yet...

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Mar 28, 2013

Mar 28, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC

Don't You Cry

Happy.. Energetic.. Care free.. These are the memories from my childhood The innocence I once had is forever gone Sorrow and woe has taken its place Consuming me from the inside out I am trapped within myself With no hope of ever feeling alive I sit in this hollowed out shell of mine Physically looking as if nothing is wrong While emotionally unstable Locked in my room i stay Out of fear from the people who don't undestand I see them staring I hear them whisper and laugh Will the teasing ever stop? Silent I stay Pretending not to hear Faking my smiles as if everythig is fine. Holding in the tears that want to pour out Stupid girl Don't give them that satisfaction Don't you cry Not yet...

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