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  Jan 2018 Lin
LPpoetry
Why do I wish I'd die if life is supposedly so great?
How can I love myself if all I ever feel is hate?
How can I keep my sanity when the screams are so loud?
Why do I always feel ashamed, even when I should be proud?
In this world, do I serve any sort of purpose?
Or is my existence entirely worthless?
These are the questions to which I want the answers,
Before I am consumed by my self-hatred cancers.
Lin Jan 2018
An itch
That won’t quit
Is bottled up
In this thing
That isn’t clean
Everyone sees a wonderful soul
But they don’t know
How she feels so low
And how it is so cold

To get rid of the pain
To be able to tame
Only for awhile
Just to feel a smile
And escape this isle
Only for a moment
Would be wild

All it is is one cut
It would be but
The itch
Wouldn’t then quit
I know
It would only grow
And I still would be as low
And as cold

So I’ll ignore the itch
Even though it won’t quit
I know that self harm isn’t the answer, but it comes across my mind sometimes. I’ve had the strength to say no, but for how long?
Lin Jan 2018
Toughen up
Grow up
You are such a drama queen
Life ain’t easy
Nobody said it was
Stop being dramatic
You make a big deal out of everything
You are too soft
You are going to get eaten up
So you need to toughen up
These are things I’ve been told my whole life. They echo in my head sometimes. I try to take the advice, but I’m too emotional, I guess.
  Jan 2018 Lin
Traveler
I read your pain
And I remember when
Things weren't so clear
When adulthood began

Bigger than life
The emotional ride
The stress that we feel
The shadows we hide

All of lives questions
Will need to be asked
Choose only answers
That you know will last

Know that you are
Unique, not alone
And thank you
For making
HP your home!
Traveler Tim
Lin Jan 2018
What can I say?
Can’t control myself today.
Or any other day,
That is
What can I say?
I have no control
Within my bones
That are filled with holes
What can I say?
I tremble at everything
I can’t even bring
Myself to smile
What can I say?
Oh, what can I actually say?
  Jan 2018 Lin
Oka
Baby one of these days,
one of these years,
happiness will be the end of me.
Tell everybody that I'm sorry
and they needn't worry.
For their goal was my happiness,
but all I accumulated were reasons
for my farewell.
For their sadness and tears will fade overtime,
but my pursuit of happiness is just eternal torture.
1-800-273-8255
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