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Mie Juul Jul 2015
Nothing seems to make sense
Everything inside me screams into the void
This is a living hell
I'm nothing but confused!

It's indescribable
It's hurting you
It's trying to pull you in
At the same time, it's taking care of us.

Sadness and depression in this raw form
Devours you completely
It's wrapping me into a numb blanket
and telling me to go back to sleep.

I'm just so confused.
Is it helping me
Or killing me?

It can't be a help, of course not.
but feeling well is frightening.
So is it just me or?
(m.j.r)
Mie Juul Jun 2015
I'm just standing in the shadow of you.
Everyone loves you, adores you.
You are so popular, that I just fall into the shadow of you.
Even our family cares only for you,
they always talk to you, but me?
No.

This is nothing close at being your fault,
But it still hurts me, that I'll never be enough
or even close at being visible again.

But I would be a monster
for ever mentioning this.
It'll be nothing but a painful
truth.
Floating around
*in
my
heart.
(m.j.r)
Mie Juul Feb 2015
Did style happen because I copied you or you copied the magazine?
Did I like that activity in special because everyone else did?
Did I change into someone whom I'm not because being myself weren't good enough? Or because I didn't resemble the rest of you?

Is it really so wrong to try and break free from the normalities so I won't become a part of the large crowd. I want to break free and be me.

But to be free and outside of the crowd is lonely. They don't drag you back in, because in reality, where everybody is one and the same; they won't notice when you're gone. If you're gone?

Didn't a part of you stay back?
Didn't a part of you still want to be in the crowd?
Didn't you in reality never leave?

Weren't this not just a part of wish thinking? Imagination?
(m.j.r.)
Mie Juul Feb 2015
I miss you..**
Every little vulnerable fragile inch of me
miss you..

My gaze upon the moon,
hoping for that you look at it as well
so I can feel closer to you again.

An innocent little tear,
gathering in my eye.
Slowly falls,
leaving even more space
for me to miss you in..

My heart aches, cribbles in sorrow.
Words cannot describe how much
I possibly miss you..
(m.j.r)
I. I hope you can find peace. Until we meet again; I'll take care of your grave.
Mie Juul Feb 2015
Everything will just never be the same.
I don't know why.
I'm just a root of sadness
and my part of the root has been torn
apart from my flower.
Now I'm going to
slowly exhale my last breaths,
while i watch my
sad
flower
cribble
in pain.
What kind of life is this even.
I wish I had legs,
so I would be able to walk.
Walk away and plant myself.
Become a seed.
And at last;
become
my
own
flower.
(m.j.r)
  Jan 2015 Mie Juul
Rexhep Morina
I am one with everything as everything is one with me
in the darkness my self I see,
the light which I am made of, the love that lies within me.

I am the sky beyond,
limitless, bound by none.

I am the air which you breath,
the life that you live,
the memories that you still keep.

I am the earth that you walk on,
the ground that you fall on,
the dreams that you see,
the thoughts that you be.

Everything is me,
I am everything.
One of the first pieces of poetic beauty that I wrote.
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