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Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

Afraid.

Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

Elizabeth

Afraid.

I admit it, I'm afraid.

Darkness is coming, the pain is delayed.

I never thought my life would end like this.

A handful of pills and cuts on my wrist.

So sing me to sleep and ease me into my enternal rest.

I know there is nothing, but nothing must be better than being so depressed.

A ringing fills my ears and over takes the heart wrenching silence.

I admit it, I am afraid.

But I still don't wish that I had stayed.

And then I awake, moments later in my bed.

My breath is heavy and there's a pounding in my head.

I dreamt of what I wanted most, freedom.

A death without martyrdom.

But now I get up and start my day.

Yet I know, The nothing would be different if I faded away.

#dream #suicide #cutting #depression #want #death #die #sleep #self-harm #loneliness

Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

A simple exposition

Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

HerrAichach

A simple exposition

I struggle to notice the simple beauty of the stars which are present only at night
You look left and right and see people care for you, however I do not and that is not right
I feel laden when I am misinterpreted for the wrong reasons
I wish to feel equal, appreciated and capable instead of a treason
A simple person like myself has a simple life to fulfill with problems in my position
A simple person like myself has a simple life with an exposition

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#life #relationships #difficulty

Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

Changes in autumn

Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

Joe Bradley

Changes in autumn

I
Here I am, drinking in my local bar.
There's a sadness in the air,
Relaxed,
Aged with the whiskey.
Cheaper.
Guy Fawkes night fireworks
are some forgotten war,
Flash bangs,
We're all in the trenches
Fighting
What exists in the smudged
Moonlight
And ages with the whiskey.

II
I've quit my job -
I hate these walls
I hate the brick dust that sits
Like an ash cloud.
Keep spinning
Catherine wheels, rocket cases
Fall from grace and tell me
Did I love these friends?
Let me hold you
My
Shallow
imprints in the mud.

III
Am I just hungover from
Halloween?
It's macabre.
Melodrama
full of the rich scent of rotting
Dead leaves,
And what the dead leave
Costumes, an ecstasy of
wanting to be watched
touching myself.

IV
I hope they know I love them.

#love #friends

Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

Screamer

Nov 2014 Rebecca Huitson

HerrAichach

Screamer

I turn to approach anywhere for a person who could be my friend. A close friend.
I am surrounded by acquaintances. I am blind. I cannot feel the presence of a friend, no-one to lend.
I plead with a tender sense of hope in my eye, I crave to change myself for others to accept me. I want someone to scream with me.
Scream,scream and scream until I feel their presence.
Scream, scream and scream until I feel of some value.

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#scream #together #importance

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