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Annacleta Jan 25
You have questions
You wonder what led me to doing it
You wonder if l was ever happy
This is a letter from a dead soul
I thought l did not have a choice
I could not take the pain anymore
I tried being strong for years but inside
I was dying
With each year passing l had hopes that the pain will end but it ddnt
The pain never stopped  and l did not want to suffer anymore.
I wanted to be happy  like a normal
human being.
Then l saw an easy way out
I won't lie it wasn't hard
Pain versus pain
I became numb.
I swear l told myself l would stop
But with each cutting l grew to like it
I wanted to stop but l became addicted to hurting myself
Then the day came. My last day, to me it was going to be my last day cutting myself
But to the whole world  it was going to be my last day breathing
I took the razor and l cut my self
I dont know how or why but l hit the wrong vein
Then l was no more in the world
You might think it was your fault
You blame yourself
But l wrote this letter from my grave
So that l clarify things it was never your fault
I ruined me.
Annacleta Jan 25
I lost someone close to my heart
I lost someone who can never be replaced
I lost what l wasn't suppose to lose
A mother
A best friend
A shoulder to cry on
My comforter
My protector
I did not just lose a mother
I lost someone who was
My everything
My world
Mama you have left a void that no.one will ever fill
I can not imagine life without you
I lost the most important person in my life
And am scared of losing myself right now
Annacleta Jan 2
You say l broke you
How could l when you broke me first
I was already broken and did not have the strength to break you
I only had the strength to destroy you
Breaking you would have been easy
I dont do easy anymore.
I want  something that was a bit challenging like destroying you.
So that l take my time doing it and looking at your face when everything you love and protect falls apart
When you see those you chose over me leaving you because you don't have anything anymore
And you will just break down thinking you hurt the realist person you ever had.
Annacleta Jan 2
I lost someone close to my heart
I lost someone who can never be replaced
I lost what l wasn't suppose to lose
A mother
A best friend
A shoulder to cry on
My comforter
My protector
I did not just lose a mother
I lost someone who was
My everythin

ama you have left a void that no.one will ever fill

I can not imagine life without you
I lost the most important person in my life
And am scared of losing myself right now
Annacleta Jan 2
I caught them staring
Whispering behind my back
I did not choose to be different
But yet they think it was my choice
I did not choose my skin colour
They look at me with ugly stares
I did not choose my race
To them am a curse
A taboo
But am only human
With a different skin tone
How do l reason with people
Who wish to **** me
They call me names
To them l am trash
And trash needs to be disposed
They are plotting against me
They are thinking of ways
To get rid of me
And l just wonder
What l ever did wrong
I just wonder if this hatred will ever stop
Funny thing Is l can't get a title for this poem. I just felt like writing.
Annacleta Dec 2020
He said
I can't help but wonder
What if we were in quiet place
A place isolated from the noise of the world
A place blooming with scent flowers
The only noise is our intimate breaths
And that of nature being blown by steady winds
What if it was just the two of us
She said
What if
All of this is a dream
A dream we never want to wake up from
A dream that both of us enjoy yet at the same time scared of
A dream were only our souls 're entwined, our hearts 're binded but our bodies re in two different planets
Ft Arther
Annacleta Dec 2020
write

Did l tell you
Why l write
No l did not
You never asked
I also wonder why you never bothered  
Probably you think
I write because
I am a writer
Easy right
No l don't write
because am a writer
But because
I breath poetry
I walk a step of poetry
I got my heart broken by poetry
My broken pieces were fixed by poetry
I fight poetry
I make love to poetry.
That's why l write
Not for fun but because am in too deep and l can't come out
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