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  Dec 2015 S
Christina Cox
Dear Mom don’t you know?
That if I could tell you, I would?
If I believed that you could take this pain
and turn it into something else
then I would run to you. Only you.

Dear Mom don’t you know?
That if you asked the right question
I would answer in truth.
Only you would need the dictionary
to read my silent face.

Dear Mom don’t you know?
That I know your stories and how you feel
but if I compare to you, then I am a fool

Dear Mom please don’t talk
about your teenage exploits
and your adult feelings.
If you do, then I will know,
Mom is the most important.

Dear Mom please sit by
and wait
for me to accept your presence
for then I will talk.

Dear Mom please talk of love
for me and only me.
I lean on your love to stay alive.

Dear Mom don’t you know?
You can help me save myself.
As long as you are patient
with me.
  Dec 2015 S
Rb
SHE
She is that kind of girl
who burned herself in order
to give others light

She is that kind of girl
who never fails to make
others' laughter shows
although she is bleeding inside

She is that kind of girl
who falls in love
with a guy who alters his mind

She is that kind of girl
who always put a smile
despite the fact that she is fragile

She is the girl
with a million stories untold
but you can't never guess
Because she put a good disguise

a.r
midnight thoughts
  Dec 2015 S
Christina Cox
The worst part of getting over something or someone
is realizing you actually haven’t.
  Dec 2015 S
Kathryn Paige
You are not defined
by the pain in your stomach
or the tightness in your chest,
and your shaky hands
and the inability to breathe
are not signs of weakness,
although you have convinced
yourself differently.

Every masterpiece was once
a work in progress,
and there is more to you than
a disorder.

-k.w//An Open Letter to my Anxiety
  Dec 2015 S
ARI
I fought with every
Breath raging through
My bruised chest.

Fingernails hanging
By thread like
Pieces of skin.

Blood and dirt
Creating a solid
Form of desperation.

The weight of the
World sleeping on
My weeping form.

My casket made
Of warm flesh
And a smiling face.

Hundreds passed
But never heard
The girl screaming inside.

-ARI
S Dec 2015
Have you ever wondered where the stars go
On the nights when they don't shine?

Well if there is one thing I know,
It's where those stars go.

They glide down to Earth from the sky
Although I haven't the foggiest idea why

And they sing and dance and play
Just like us during the day

Those two white figures dancing a tango
While another one views some Van Gogh  

And more still sing a song
'Till all the songs have been sung

And the morning sun arises from her bed
And calls the stars back home once more.
Sometimes sadness is the best inspiration.
  Dec 2015 S
Stephanie Hutson
To those who cut:
Take off your bracelets and put away the blade,
You dont need music to flush away the pain,
If you need a friend,
Know one is here,
I dont care about your sin,
I just want you to smile,
Please just let me in,
Even just for a while,
I know that you feel so alone,
Even if youre always on the phone,
I know what they say hurts,
It always sinks in,
But trust me its just them,
Everything they say to you is a chance they lost to be something better,
So im telling you to turn your sadness into another person's gladness,
Show the world the beauty they miss out on,
There is so much to be discovered,
You are not one in a million you're one in trillions,
No one has seen, felt, heard or thought what you have,
So take your perspective and turn it into something new because there is always something that the world needs you to do.
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