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Through out human history
Many lives have been taken from drowning in the depths of the ocean
Giving many people grief and sorrow from loosing loved ones

It's said that the oceans strength comes from the human sprit
Maybe the ocean takes what the ocean needs
Maybe some are meant to be dragged under and continue to live within each wave
Friable- because I was easily broken into many pieces

Insecure- because I'm ashamed of myself

Nepenthe- because I need it to make me forget all my grief and suffering

E**rlebnisse- because I was forced to live through terrible experiences
When I tell you I'm fine.
My words do not match the dreadful truth that suffocates the human being within me
I'm sitting in the middle of the street
And it's as if no one can see me dying
My heart beats so slowly
And it's on the verge of completely stopping
Could you please drown out the voices attacking me?
The voices are dragging me under

I just want someone to see me
And all my broken pieces flooding the place I love
Can't you see me breaking?
No you can't and it's killing me more each day
Can't you see everything is gone?
No you can't and it's killing me more each day

I'm sitting in the middle of the street
And it's as if no one can see me dying
My heart beats so slowly
And it's on the verge of completely stopping
Could you please drown out the voices attacking me?
The voices are dragging me under
There's this poet who makes me smile
We are still sort of like strangers
I don't know his smile
Or the sound of his laugh
But I do know a simple hello in my inbox can brighten my day
It may not mean much to you
But I can't remember the last time I smiled
And my eyes smiled as well
Poetry is my voice when my lips deny my speech
I told a friend of mine (Anthony Mooney) that "poetry was my voice when my lips won't let me speak." And he came up with this. I think it's absolutely beautiful. He's an amazing writer. I encourage you all to please read his poetry. :)
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