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Lauren Jul 2019
By. Lauren

Some days I wake up and wonder why I'm still alive.
I look in the mirror and the view of rotting flesh cascades over me.
My body is too fragile to be my own.
Breaking limbs and an unwilling soul.
”Why am I still here,” I ask my own self?
I do not want to leave my body.
But do I really want to leave this home in this body either?
My limbs seem to crack every step I take.
Societies pressure for me to be perfect is breaking me.
I don't understand why I am still here.
I am hung up in a world bigger than I'll ever know.
Just searching for an exit.
No more morning wonders.
Searching for a home I can call my own.
Both my body and I the residents comfortable in our own new home.
I'm too tired to see no sleep in days. I hope this poem is okay. I don't think it's done but here it is.
Lauren Feb 2019
By. Lauren

Little ears,
Be weary of what you hear.
The slightest whisper
Can change a
Life.
Little ears,
Stay warned
Rumors spread like wildfire.
As the blabbering sounds
Exit
Each little mouth.
Their tongues move too fast,
Little ears.
The rhythmic sounds
Flow out
Of
Their mouths
Faster
Than a  drip
Becomes
A leak.
Little ears,
Do not listen
For these
Few
Minutes
Could save your
Life.
Now,
Little ears,
Let it be known
The words you hear
Are
Boulders to your mind.
Every
Pop,
Crack,
Sizzle
You hear
Is
Another's battle to block out.
A word
Can change a life,
But
So can what you don't hear.
Little ears,
Stay strong
For
You are not
Alone.
Lauren May 2019
By. Lauren

They said what I didn't know wouldn't hurt me.
Did they know it would drive me insane?
The words I didn't know making me think.
What they made me say.
I said what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you.
Why couldn't I see?
These things will always drive one insane.
These things will always hurt someone.
They will always make one think.
It's time for a break.
Time to make a change.
Yes
Lauren Apr 2019
Yes
By. Lauren

Are you okay?
I know we where never close,
But are you okay?
I see the marks on your arms.
I'm afraid you're not okay.
Will you let me get to know you?
Will you let me get close to you?
Will you be okay?
Please say yes.
You
Lauren Mar 2019
You
By. Lauren

You fell in love with me so you kissed me.
You liked my smile so you dated me.
You enjoyed my voice so you talked to me.
You cherished my attention so you hung out with me.
You loved sleeping next to me so you stayed at my house.
You stopped loving me so I stopped breathing.
You hated me so you slapped me.
You broke up with me so I cried.
Now you come back to me and I just look at you.
I said I ran out of feeling to write about them here cake a flood of them.

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