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Meghan Young Mar 18
We are the wounded few
We fought battles unlike any other
We fight
We may lose something along the way
But if we fought hard enough,
We won.

We are the few that are scarred
Scarred from battles past
We may live in the past sometimes
But these scars show,
We survived.

We are the scared few
We are scared of the future,
Of things we can and can't control.
But we can control our future.
We will conquer our fears.

We fight battles
All of us.
We have stories
All of us.
We are scared.
All of us.
We are all the same.
Every single one of us.
Meghan Young Mar 3
One second, i felt fine and everyone once in awhile i would get down but i would get right back up.

Now, I feel as if i only become worse overtime. I don't know where i went or if I'll come back.

People say it's temporary, but its been years of constant struggle and secret pain and a never ending battle with myself.

My whole life feels like a blur and i only remember the worst events in my life or a few rare happy moments.

Pictures are the only way i can jog this fogged memory. Which yet sometimes those photos seem unreal.

Looking at myself in the past I played off everyone by faking it and still do. I look back on photos of me and i don't recognize myself. I see those old photos someone i never knew. Someone, who faked it all.

Now my heart is crushed and bleeds out slowly. As it drips through my body i can feel everyday coming closer to the end of my survival.

My brain isn't scared but my heart is terrified.
My hands won't **** but my head will.
My body isn't well but my heart keeps it a flow.
I may not be who i was back then but pain caused me to become bitter, broken and quiet.

Where did I go? Who am i? Why am i here?
Been in a funk lately and note writing. Here's the most recent
  Jan 12 Meghan Young
sofie
pretty girl,
beware,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
Meghan Young Jan 12
We use to be wound tight like two vines wrapped around another. We laugh, we cried, we were messes at time. Then the one day you got yourself a precious new flower. You guys began to bud together. Eventually that wilted and we grew back together. Months later you got a new budding partner and you began to grow with him. Yet, you seem to forget all your partners. You forgot who helped you grow into this beautiful flower. I gave you so much sunlight in order to see you blossom into your true self. You forgot and left me to wilt away with winter. I helped you grow through everything. I told you patience and time will allow a partner. Yet. In the end i didnt mattee to you. My vine is shriveling and my petals hit the ground. I wasnt dying because of you. I was dying because i realized you never wanted to see me grow, the way i wanted to see your grow.

Now im starting to bud and grow alone without you. Im wrapping around and becoming a flower without you. I deserve sunlight now. I deserve a friend who actually cares. I deserve someone to save me from myself. You have fun blossoming with your new partner. I'm happy your growing and one day maybe when im truly gone forever, you'll realize how much i was there, or maybe not.
Thank you for the growing lessons. Its time for me to blossom.
This is still a rough draft till i have someone look it over and i find different words and such! Its about a friendship i was in and how I tried my everything to help them but they didnt care to see it. Or care about me back.
Meghan Young Jan 11
She was heartless
Till she realized
She had people who loved for her

She suffers from depression
Till she realized
She's can make changes to her life.

She was silent
Till she realized
She had a voice stronger than she ever knew.

She think she is talentless
Till she realized
She is special

She thinks she is unappealing
Till she realized
She is beautiful inside and out.

She wishes for nobody to be in pain.
She wants people to realize they aren't alone.
She wants to use her voice to tell others how important they are.
She wants to tell people be selfish,
just to make yourself happy.
My writing isn't perfect but I've been finally writing again!
Meghan Young Nov 2018
Blink once
Your alive
Blink twice
Your gone

I blinked
And one second you were breathing
I blinked again
Then you were dead.

Every time I blink
I lose time seeing.
Every time I blink
I miss something.
Every time I blink
I see only darkness behind the lids of my eyes.
Everytime I blink.
I lost the chance to say goodbye.

Chose your moments to blink.
You might miss out on something special or miss saying your last goodbyes.
Meghan Young Oct 2018
Cycling again
The same old spell I've been under for years
I start  to become more positive
Starts seeing the light of happiness
Yet it comes crashing down again
Over and over
I'm stuck in a vicious cycle of spiraling out of control.
I abuse and abuse
Drugs, alcohol,  and eating
I start not to take care of myself again.
Then it slows down
I pick myself up just to fall within minutes, days and sometimes months.
This  cycle lasts longer each time.
My habits become more  vicious
To the point where I don't know where I am
Don't care if I die
I just want to get higher and higher for this never-ending pain to go away.

Simply why can't I stop this madness.
I don't have dreams or goals anymore
I wish for one thing every birthday or every shooting star I've ever seen.
Just to wanting to be happy.

Just one time,
I would love to know what is life like without :
overthinking
being depressed
Not being angry.
Just a girl wanting to be normal.
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