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 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Reassurance
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
I must be the problem
I can sense the annoyance
Their lack of words leave me shaking

I am sorry
For being me
Existing, perhaps

They're tired of it
Needing reassurance
My anxiety
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Mirror Mirror
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
When gazing upon her reflection
She doesn’t see wisdom in grey hairs
Or find memories in smile lines
She sees bags and wrinkles
Pain and stress
Tears roll over the hills and valleys
On her aging cheeks
Oh how I wish she could see
There is simple beauty in living
A long and happy life
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
My wandering fingertips
Trail up and down my skin
I can’t help but wish
It was your lips again
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Insomniac
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
From this nightmare
I cannot wake

To wake up
I must first fall asleep
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Exception
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
If nothing lasts forever
Why do we expect love to be the exception?
 Apr 2018 F
Lon Witter
I LOVE YOU
 Apr 2018 F
Lon Witter
I've loved that      smile of your's
Like   the   shining  bright  sun  
Oh, that eyes, little two stars
View full of bright lights
Echo in my mind
You in my heart
Only two of
Us.
It's my first try for acrostic poem.
Everyday I wake up with the storm in my chest
No, you don't know nor understand
I am okay or somehow I look okay
My mind is clear,
My heart in turmoil
The knife in my hands ready to stab my heart out
I am exhausted, yet I want to ****
End not your life but mine.

I am ambitious
Sinner for her ambition
Deserves nothing but a life sentence
Behold, the disappearance of my presence

Eyes are watching.... judging...
Do I deserve their piercing gazes?
Probably.
I've let down the people in my life,
The ones that really matters

Now, I am surrounded of booming laughter
Thy name, hold up to shame
Ridiculed for trying to achieve a star so far
I should have known that it's impossible to fly.

This suicidal note is not for you
It is for me, for I need to calm my nerves
For I am holding the knife that is ready to rip my heart.
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Goodbyes
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Goodbyes aren’t always evident.
A person doesn’t have to pack a bag,
and kiss you goodbye,
to leave forever.
Sometimes they slip away so subtly,
you don’t even notice,
until they are gone forever.
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
Voice
 Apr 2018 F
She Writes
They asked me not to tell my story,
it would cause others too much pain.
They were so afraid of my voice,
That i learned to fear it too.
It wasn’t until I found writing,
That I realized just how powerful my voice is.
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