t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d - Hello Poetry

i'm running where do i go who do i go to i can't- my chest clenches at the sight of each dead end my eyes well up with tears and i cup my ears i scream no one can hear me running another dead end the world around me spins until i fall into complete nothingness

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Apr 17, 2018

Apr 17, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC

t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

running

i'm running where do i go who do i go to i can't- my chest clenches at the sight of each dead end my eyes well up with tears and i cup my ears i scream no one can hear me running another dead end the world around me spins until i fall into complete nothingness

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i need someone that i trust to lean on and hold me make it all go away make the bad days seem good just by smiling and saying 'hi' or by hugging me i feel like they've all just.. left distanced themselves away because I'm just a ******* mess a clingy annoying mess that needs someone just to stay stable that isn't normal is it? no it's unhealthy

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Apr 17, 2018

Apr 17, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC

t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

someone to lean on

i need someone that i trust to lean on and hold me make it all go away make the bad days seem good just by smiling and saying 'hi' or by hugging me i feel like they've all just.. left distanced themselves away because I'm just a ******* mess a clingy annoying mess that needs someone just to stay stable that isn't normal is it? no it's unhealthy

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i feel like im the ocean cheesy metaphor i know, but it's true people say im pretty they pass by many come and go but no one ever stays am i not good enough? why do i feel like a piece has been ripped from me like i'm just an empty shell of a person wandering around till someone needs me does anyone really need me?

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Apr 17, 2018

Apr 17, 2018 at 10:39 PM UTC

t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

why

i feel like im the ocean cheesy metaphor i know, but it's true people say im pretty they pass by many come and go but no one ever stays am i not good enough? why do i feel like a piece has been ripped from me like i'm just an empty shell of a person wandering around till someone needs me does anyone really need me?

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Love is That feeling in your chest and tummy when you're with that person That smile on your face that never seems to fade Laughing at all of their ridiculous jokes Love is Never wanting to let go because of the society we live in Fighting for what you want Never giving them up for the world Love is The light at the end of the tunnel The force that will battle off our demons That victorious feeling when you've won Love is The warm embrace that holds you close to them Staying even though it's hard A battle that will be won.. Love is being proud of who you're with not backing down when you're pushed down People may hate us They may tear us in pieces to keep us apart But with you it'll be okay We just have to fight because Love is Love and Love is all we need.

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Feb 6, 2018

Feb 6, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC

t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

Love is Love

Love is That feeling in your chest and tummy when you're with that person That smile on your face that never seems to fade Laughing at all of their ridiculous jokes Love is Never wanting to let go because of the society we live in Fighting for what you want Never giving them up for the world Love is The light at the end of the tunnel The force that will battle off our demons That victorious feeling when you've won Love is The warm embrace that holds you close to them Staying even though it's hard A battle that will be won.. Love is being proud of who you're with not backing down when you're pushed down People may hate us They may tear us in pieces to keep us apart But with you it'll be okay We just have to fight because Love is Love and Love is all we need.

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They'll ask me how I am and I'll say "oh, uh, alive" (or something to that extent, a minor variation, we can talk about that later) But Monday? Monday was good. Mondays aren't supposed to be good, either - we've got to get up and function and actually do things and that's much harder than it sounds, but Monday was good. I gave compliments and recieved them in return and a pretty girl smiled at me. I was told that I was loved. For once, I wasn't anxious.

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t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

Sep 5, 2017

Sep 5, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC

ryrosaur

So I Had A Good Day Once And That Was Nice

They'll ask me how I am and I'll say "oh, uh, alive" (or something to that extent, a minor variation, we can talk about that later) But Monday? Monday was good. Mondays aren't supposed to be good, either - we've got to get up and function and actually do things and that's much harder than it sounds, but Monday was good. I gave compliments and recieved them in return and a pretty girl smiled at me. I was told that I was loved. For once, I wasn't anxious.

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It's like We've swapped. You've gotten better as I've gotten worse and we're in each other's shoes, now Did you repair yourself at the same pace at which I was breaking, huh? That sounds fun, it sounds great, really. But I've become less social and more anxious and less confident And I'm both worth less and worthless, as in I mean less to people than I did and that I mean nothing to them, too

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t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

Aug 10, 2017

Aug 10, 2017 at 6:40 PM UTC

ryrosaur

Okay, So It Goes Like This

It's like We've swapped. You've gotten better as I've gotten worse and we're in each other's shoes, now Did you repair yourself at the same pace at which I was breaking, huh? That sounds fun, it sounds great, really. But I've become less social and more anxious and less confident And I'm both worth less and worthless, as in I mean less to people than I did and that I mean nothing to them, too

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that feeling the feeling of nothing the way it takes over her body is like fire she's staring down at her books so much work to do no motivation to do it she gets yelled at for not working hard enough for her grades slipping even though getting up in the morning is the most effort she puts in all day the feeling worsens she doesn't even want to listen to music the thing that used to be her escape is now pushed away she sits in silence for hours her friends are messaging her but there's no motivation to respond she thinks about all the ways to make it go away the numbness it hurts the yelling is getting harsh she stays silent she's looking down at her hands the yelling doesn't effect her because she doesn't feel anymore

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Jul 23, 2017

Jul 23, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC

t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

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that feeling the feeling of nothing the way it takes over her body is like fire she's staring down at her books so much work to do no motivation to do it she gets yelled at for not working hard enough for her grades slipping even though getting up in the morning is the most effort she puts in all day the feeling worsens she doesn't even want to listen to music the thing that used to be her escape is now pushed away she sits in silence for hours her friends are messaging her but there's no motivation to respond she thinks about all the ways to make it go away the numbness it hurts the yelling is getting harsh she stays silent she's looking down at her hands the yelling doesn't effect her because she doesn't feel anymore

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Read this to yourself. Read it silently. Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound. Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything. What a wonderfully weird thing, huh? NOW MAKE THIS PART LOUD! SCREAM IT IN YOUR MIND! DROWN EVERYTHING OUT. Now, hear a whisper. A tiny whisper. Now, read this next line with your best crochety- old-man voice: "Hello there, sonny. Does your town have a post office?" Awesome! Who was that? Whose voice was that? It sure wasn't yours! How do you do that? How?! Must be magic.

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t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC

bo-burnham

Magic

Read this to yourself. Read it silently. Don't move your lips. Don't make a sound. Listen to yourself. Listen without hearing anything. What a wonderfully weird thing, huh? NOW MAKE THIS PART LOUD! SCREAM IT IN YOUR MIND! DROWN EVERYTHING OUT. Now, hear a whisper. A tiny whisper. Now, read this next line with your best crochety- old-man voice: "Hello there, sonny. Does your town have a post office?" Awesome! Who was that? Whose voice was that? It sure wasn't yours! How do you do that? How?! Must be magic.

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Why do they lie? Why do they give false hope? When they say be yourself, why don't they mean it? These lies we've been told as children We believe them They expect us to Go against them and you're in trouble These lies are messing with my head They say you're selfish for doing what your want A narcissist Stubborn Yes, I'm stubborn I'm not selfish for wanting to wear what I want with pride I'm not selfish for doing what I think is good for me I'm not selfish for showing myself there is hope I'm not selfish for being myself.

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC

t-e-r-r-i-f-i-e-d

Lies

Why do they lie? Why do they give false hope? When they say be yourself, why don't they mean it? These lies we've been told as children We believe them They expect us to Go against them and you're in trouble These lies are messing with my head They say you're selfish for doing what your want A narcissist Stubborn Yes, I'm stubborn I'm not selfish for wanting to wear what I want with pride I'm not selfish for doing what I think is good for me I'm not selfish for showing myself there is hope I'm not selfish for being myself.

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