She wasn't the kind of person Who sobbed loudly. No. She was the kind of person Who hid her tears from everyone. Who cried late at night when Everyone else was asleep. Who had to grab her stomach To hold herself together. Who silently gasped for air. Who had no one but the moon To comfort her
Please take a breath and hear my words For they were meant for you, On the cold and bitter days That you don't think you can get through. I want to remind you that this life May be hard but you are strong, And anyone who says otherwise Is straight up wrong. I want to remind you of the sun, Its light will come again, And no matter how dark it seems to get The darkness always ends. And I know it may seem impossible Like it will forever go on But I'm telling you the darkest hour Is just before the dawn. Sometimes we fall and need help up Because we can't do it alone And if this happens please ask for help Because I promise you're not on your own. You've still got mountains to climb So many things to do and see, And I promise you it's worth it in the end I promise you you'll be happy.
My attempt at a positive, pick-me-up poem. Sorry if it *****
I want to remind you of the sun, Its light will come again, And no matter how dark it seems to get The darkness always ends. And I know it may seem impossible Like it will forever go on But I'm telling you the darkest hour Is just before the dawn.
Here lies the memory of a girl Who used to have a heart of gold Who was filled with warmth and happiness Until the world went and made her cold. Here lies the memory of a girl Who heard music and sang along But now she lays vacant with tears in her eyes When she hears that exact same song. Here lies the memory of a girl Who wished upon the stars But instead of counting wishes She now spends her nights counting her scars. Here lies the memory of a girl Who would play in the rain, And now she spends that time using it To wash away the pain. Here lies the memory of a girl Who didn't guard her heart But who now has 6 inch steel walls To keep it from falling apart. Here lies the memory of a girl Who believed in happy endings Who's heart is now broken One she's constantly mending. Here lies the memory of a girl Who is now dead, Who paints art on her skin with needles Replaced by the demons in her head.
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If I ever saw you again I would say I'm sorry. For everything that I've done. But since I know I won't I'll just scatter the words In poems that I know You'll never read.
To the girl that now holds every last bit of my happiness between her fingers, i have a box that belongs to you too now, i guess. It's nothing special it's just filled with all the roses he planted in my brain in place of pain and cocoons of the butterflies that continue to flutter against the fences of my stomach that have yet to hatch and managed to survive the avalanche of your arrival
i don't think i like you. nor do i think i'm in love with you. it's something much more than this thing people would portray as a crush. you are so much more. i can't even find the words to explain it. and that, my love, scares me very much.
i like him a lot, to the point where it's beginning to worry me. ah.
We were waiting when we met. I turned and you sat. And we were both in transition, You bobbed your head to the station. I bit my lip because I knew you were watching, We met eyes; You tried dodging. They called your name, then mine too, A little piece that we now knew. For you they sent You stood and went, Perhaps we'll meet again, Knowingly they watched, and then, I imagined how you'll bloom As we waited in separate rooms.