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 Aug 2016 Meg
ThePoet
In the softness
of my heart
In the hardness
of my mind
I'm searching
for my hate of
you, but love
is all I find

©
If i told you i needed help
would you listen?
Or would your silence
Echo off the walls.
See my life is like a car,
Sometimes moving fast
And other times so **** slow.
If i told you i feel hurt inside
would you not just hear
but listen
to what i said
I need someone to care.
Im tired of trying to fight alone.
Im tired of trying to survive at a table for one.
If i told you
I cry all over my body
And each tear is a knife
And they are leaving scars on my flesh,
Would you cut me a bandage,
Sop up my blood,
Or leave me to bleed out.
If i told you
I was alone and my demons are taunting me
would you get me out
Or would you keep walking
or keep scrolling...
Im not begging for attention,
But one cannot be expected to be alone and silent like a life long detention.
If i told you
I was ready to confess everything
Come clean from my secrets,
Strip myself naked so you could see my imperfections
would you care even the slightest bit
Or are you so selfish
And so ignorant
To walk on
And leave this person to die.
If i told you i was ready to die
would you blame it in cliche,
Or believe it and save me from damnation

Its time to think.
It could be up to you
This isnt just my world,
Its yours, too
and dont you want to be
somebody
To someone?
I need you.
Because all of these "if i told you's
Are becoming
**im telling you
Help people. Dont leave them alone. Provide help. Depression is very real, and it is all around us. Repost if this means something to YOU
 Aug 2016 Meg
Ja
A BIG OOPS
 Aug 2016 Meg
Ja
I guess I was mistaken with all the name changes. Apparently she was Hello Ginger then changed to Virtual Insanity and now to VI so when I went to VI to check, there were no poems and no following just followers and I did not recognize the name. I've been spooked out twice before so assumed it was them again. My apologies to all concerned.
 Aug 2016 Meg
Kyle Howard
Suicide capital
I want to come home
Let the gray wash over me
And the rain soak my bones
How I miss my home in the PNW.
Ive never found the rain or the gray sky's
Depressing.
 Aug 2016 Meg
mistyholly
we've set our suicide dates
sadly we can both relate

we have scars upon our wrists
with despair in our eyes

we tried and couldn't
we've failed again
these are our suicide dates
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