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Brooke Mar 2019
When I speak
There are things I can not say
Feelings I can not express
But with you, I don't need to
One look into my eyes
And you already know
Everything I dare not breath into life
Brooke Mar 2019
She fights for her life
Every moment she is breathing
Every second her heart is beating
A war is waging within her
Her skin is the field where armies will fight
The battle lines being drawn with a knife
The bullets made of tears
The cannon ***** of fears
Echoing inside her chaotic mind
Shrapnel thoughts tear her apart
Until finally her hopes and dreams become casualties
forgotten in this war
But still, she fights
She fights her war
Knowing one day she will be able to say
I am victorious
  Mar 2019 Brooke
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious p poem but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're queer" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Brooke Mar 2019
People say that they’ll listen, but that's more of a lie
They only hear what they want to hear.

They ask how I’m doing,
I say that I’m just fine
Then they walk away
But once, just once, I wish

I wish they wouldn’t walk away, satisfied
Accepting my answer
I wish they wouldn’t move on with the rest of their lives
Without even thinking twice
I wish that they would see the tears in my eyes
As I fight for my life
I wish they would see the scars on my wrists
The one's I attempt to hide
I wish they would hear the decay in my trembling voice
Ashamed of who I am
I wish they would open their eyes and see
That I am not fine

I feel like I am dying inside
More days than not
I feel I am slipping farther and farther away
With every breath that I take

I wish that death would come sooner
That sweet release from my suffering
But wishes don’t always come true
And people aren’t always there for you

So I’m left, a mess, screaming into an abyss
Alone
Brooke Mar 2019
Why now are you leaving?
Why leave right when I need you most?
Why now are you leaving?
Was it because of me?
Why now are you leaving?
Did I do something wrong?
Why now are you leaving?
I had just regained my balance
Now that you are leaving
I am on the ground again
Without your help how will I ever stand?
Why now are you leaving?
I had just begun to heal
Why now are you leaving?
Was I too broken for you to fix?
Why now are you leaving?
Was I too much to handle?
Why now are you leaving?
Is it really for the best?
Why now are you leaving?
Leaving me alone
Maybe your right
Maybe this is for the best
Maybe, just maybe, it will be good for me
Because now that you are leaving
I will have to pick myself up
Because you are leaving
I will learn to stand alone
Because you are leaving
I will accept the brokenness you couldn’t handle
Because you are leaving
I will learn that I don’t need you to live
Because you are leaving
I will move on, stronger than ever before
Brooke Mar 2019
We were born into a world on fire
All of us damaged
Some burn
Some smolder
Some sit silently choking on poison air
All of us in a world on fire

Some live
Some die
All of us cry
In a world on fire

Some climb mountains, for cleaner air
Some dig holes, where the flames don't dare
Some stay still, already burned
In a world on fire

Some scream for help, unheard
Some try to help themselves, failing
All of us struggling, alone
In a world on fire

Even though the world’s on fire
The world is a very dark place
Brooke Mar 2019
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay

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