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 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
rmh
i could be wrong about god
i could be wrong about heaven and earth
and the way that things came to be
but if i am
what a beautiful thing to be wrong about
 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
Xyns
Junkie
 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
Xyns
I inject magic
on the page
with my pen

Just like
You once did
With speed
and ******
Beautiful you.
Give me a pen and paper and a simple word.
You see me begin writing to you one of the best poems you ever heard.

Wonderful love.
Simply give me a word.
And watch me create for you a poem of the simplistic words.
I will be to you, a poet you will come to cherish.

All of them be a compliment to you.
Written solely around this feeling I have for you.
Just give me a pen, paper, and a word.

And you will repeat my poetry over and over again.
 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
y'ay'a
perhaps being told
“you are not alone,” is the
scariest of all
 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
Sylph
See this smile?
Isnt it perfect?
Isnt it beautiful?
I spent so long perfecting this hand crafted mask
and Everyone loves it
I mean it looks nice
                It looks so..
                                     Real

I like how it looks too
Though its not how i feel
I still like looking the role im supposed to play
Always happy
Always someones Ray of sunshine

I love it so much that i hate taking it off anymore
I dont want to have people concerned about me
I dont want anyone worrying about me and my insecurities
  Its such a waste of valuable life

This mask has saved me and otheres so much
Its only ever failed me twice or so
I just
love it
Its hid the real me from the world
And
I know thats for the best
Of others
The people i love
And
Maybe even me
One day
I might convince myself i am happy
That i am loved
not for this perfect mask
But maybe loved for Who i really Am
If the world could even take that
 Oct 2018 Angie Marcano
Chloe
Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.
DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.
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