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she is desperate
nothing she attempts
leads to success
she tries hard
to achieve her goals
but she always fails

I feel sorry for her
as she does not realise
that trying hard
but always failing
simply means
she should change direction
 Jul 8 Dorothea Daisy
Kate
sadness comes in droplets.
from the sky, from your eyes, they fall.
over and over, time and time again.
wetting the ground, streaking your face
until a puddle grows into a sea.
grains
of sun

untied laces
of snow

urgent shadows
of birds

perfect shards
of stars

they are parceled out
in increments

of wonder
divvied up

in morsels
of joy
I have oceans to spill
Of emotions I feel,
Of thoughts to share
And no basin to fill.

I filled the lagoon or two,
Bearing graceful names,
Now I'm sentenced to ink
And paper's word games.
Waves are breaking down my walls,
But this time im not afraid
The water is warm
Instead of cold
Im ready to learn
How to swim
In the midst of chaos
To survive every storm
That drowns the halls
Dear mother,
Is this what you wanted me to become?
With your lessons, abuse
Would you be proud of me if you saw what i turned into?

Dear mother,
Would you still love me
If i died as a foolish poet
At the age of 14?

Dear mother,
Would you look back at what you did,
And say it was right?
When you get a call that your child ended their life
Because of you,
Dear mother?
i wonder what my "dear mother" would think after seeing what i write ****, im a failure
As you float away,
Leaving years of your life behind,
Will you ever stop to think what it would be like
If that specific decision wasn't made?

As you take your final breath,
And look around the room,
Will you wonder about what else could happen to you?
About the life you could have had without him.

As you close your eyes
For one last time,
Will you forgive your child,
For trying to save you?
Or will you still love him after death?
i just hope she leaves him one day
..
Has your voice fallen silent,
Or is it my ears that no longer hear?
Did your words fade away,
Or is it my eyes that went blind?
Did the paper burn,
Or does my hand no longer know how to write?

Tell me,
Do these stupid words answer the question,
I yet have to look for?
The question,
I've been so afraid to ask,
Let alone find.

Is it my fault,
That you no longer exist in my world,
Or did the universe see you as a mistake on its own?
Is it my fault,
That i simply cannot hate you?
could be better, honestly, but at least i went back to writing (i deadass have no idea what to write about but as long as it sounds decent, i dont mind i guess.. i need someone to write about, but for that i will have to wait ****)
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So i closed my eyes,
Hoping to blur the image,
Yet it stayed untouched.
Why must my own brain betray me?
Or it it me that can't seem to let go?
it's been almost 8 months, i should be over this by now..
A nonexistent construct
Believed by many,
And broken by few.
nothing is real lol
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