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 Apr 2018 Broken toy
abby
We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to learn what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love

We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away

When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from

We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we believe
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you

You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you

And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love
We are exactly who we are supposed to be
 Jan 2018 Broken toy
Mitch Prax
You are a novel
gathering dust on my shelf
but not because I don’t want to read
but because I’m afraid
to turn the page,
afraid of how you’ll end
many people love being home alone... but me... i despise it...
many people have fun when they are home alone... but me... its just an entrance for my depression to come in and pester me...
many people think they are alone... but me... i know I’m not... the demons in my head keep me company....
many people watch tv or dance when they are home alone... but me... i put my headphones on and turn the music up so loud, hoping, I can’t hear my thoughts.
i stare at the drawer I put my medicine in. the medicine I have to take, because, the doctors said it would help.
i contemplate while i stare at the drawer.
my demons scream their lungs out, so loud they make my lungs shake, they make my body shake, they make me sick.
but you see, i was already sick. i have always been sick. I have an illness. most have this too.
this illness makes you think bad thoughts. this illness makes you wanna scream so loud, your house shakes. but that’s what you want, you want your house to crumble and fall. because all of those bad memories, oh those bad memories... they haunt you in your dreams. and they haunt you in reality...
the demons said I could end it all. the pills I have, just take enough and you forget it all. you won’t feel a thing. you won’t hear anymore yelling. you won’t see your life crumble and fall anymore.
it’s everything you ever wanted.
When I eat I feel sick to my stomach. Don’t you love it? When you’re down and hurting, these “friends” just watch and sit.
But when they are in pain, you run to care. This isn’t fair. They see you crying but they don’t talk to you, they wouldnt dare... So these emotions attack you viscously just like a bear.  
You’re heart is broken in a million pieces. They come into your life and take a a piece so your heart decreases... They complain about you not having a heart, so your anger releases.
You hide in your room silently crying... Inside, you feel like you’re dying. But outside, you don’t dare show the pain, so you start smiling.
These emotions you have are crazy. Inside, your mind is hazy. You have no motivation to do anything, they call you lazy.
You feel so alone. You feel unknown. Your depression is your chaperone. You feel like you’re on your own.
Now you’re drinking till you black out. Hoping your feelings will be shutout. Depression and anxiety is playing a game, there is no timeout.
You just want to end this pain. Your head is pounding, causing a migraine. You just want to be sane. So you start smoking the Mary Jane.
It doesn’t work. Now you’re acting like a ****. To others that’s a quirk.
These voices won’t shut up. They callin you a **** up. Now you’re crying, in your throat is a lump.
You can’t hold it in. You feel like a sin. You try your best, but you can never win. Now you’re on your knees yelling, “when!?”
“When will I be happy!? Why do I always feel ******!? Why am I a nobody!?”
You feel weak. Happiness is what you’re trying to seek. Tears are streaming down your cheek.
You can’t do this anymore. What is there to live for? You try to fight, it’s like a war.
A never ending war....

— The End —