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Toss and turn in bed like laundry undone
My washing machine mind runs and my
energy dries up
Exhausted from being awake for too long,

I toss and turn to begin another cycle
I rinse the pain away from my body thru
successive stretches
A calisthenic conversation with myself

Lying in my bed of thoughts, each one is
a piece of emotion clothing, unravelled
I detect the fibers of morning breath and
reluctantly tumble out of bed
With a sigh, I walk to the bathroom to
brush my teeth, just another day

This toothpaste bottle is like detergent to
rid of my morning breath
And as I wash my face, I wash away the
morning grumps, which drain to my sink
My reflection greets me as I realize that
my image is an outfit seamed together

Since I look a little better, I don't feel like
the laundry undone when I first woke up
I woke up earlier than usual today.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
I wish that I could


                                 LlLeEeeTTttttt  DddeAAetTThHHh


                           SsspeEEaaKKK Llllouddly         &


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                               i                            
                                ­n                    
                                   k


                                           below


                                 the


                                        gRoUnD


           ­                 to LET           my         deceased             remains


                        incorporate into the


                                                 desolate soil



                                    .........t..i..m..e..­.f..l..i..e..s.........



    I wish that I             could stop believing                       that I'm


             worthless because    
                                                     ­                           

                                    ­           I know how valuable I am                


      Yet, I still hurt from


                                       the thoughts


                                                      ­    that  e c h o  now and then,


                   drowning me in a sea of relentless



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                                                 f                      
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                                               g



                   BbbBbburrrrryyyyyyy meeeee
                                alliiivvvveeeeeee!!!!!!!!!



Me­lody
5/12/19
My mind has not been in a very good place recently, but I'm doing my best with self-care. I know that I matter and that I have control over how I feel.
No secrets         deep enough into the soil
                   bury


                        w   m
No secrets   s              long enough to drown
                            i

                         y
                       l
No secrets   f      high enough to be out of sight


No secrets  r u n  fast enough to slow down


No secrets blur out of focus to erase an image


An image, a snapshot of the truth that slipped out


Once you fReE yourself from your entanglement of lies


You can no longer EDIHIDE from masking the truth
Yup.
Osiria Melody Apr 29
Baby girl,

L et him know that you're more
than just another broken heart
O ffer to guide him out of the
terrors from his troubled past
V enture off to a brand new life
E verything will turn out all right

him.



Melody
4/29/19
acrostic
Not all scars are visible
Not everyone shows
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