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 Dec 2019 R B M
ATW and RBM
Regret
 Dec 2019 R B M
ATW and RBM
Constant reminders
of the things I've done
Leave me alone
Please
please...

I won't forget
What I did to you
I'm sorry
Don't leave

don't leave...
 Dec 2019 R B M
Zack Ripley
There I was, sound asleep in my bed.
Memories of my wife and I
Danced in my head.
All of a sudden,
I woke up to a chill in the air
And I couldn't help feel
Like someone was there.
As I laid back down,
I heard a knock at the door.
I looked at the clock
And it was half past four (a.m.)
"Who could that be?"
I put on my robe,
And as I crept down the hall,
I checked in on my daughter.
"Wow. She's not even five
And she's already so tall."
The stranger knocked again,
So I hurried my pace.
I was about to scream,
But then I saw his face.
It was snow.
I was so angry, I couldn't speak.
All I could do was glare.
Finally, I said "what do you think you're doing, standing there?"
"Hey! I just wanted to let you know
I was back in town."
He was wearing a smile
But when he saw I was mad,
He replaced it with a frown.
"What's wrong?
Aren't you happy to see me?"
I scoffed. "Happy? To see you?
You killed my wife!
Last year, she was driving home.
That night, you covered her windshield and she got into an accident because she couldn't see.
Snow was horrified.
He looked me in the eye,
Said "I'm so sorry,"
And as he walked away,
He started to cry.
Just then, my daughter snuck out.
"Snow! Don't go!" I heard her shout.
I couldn't believe it, but she hugged him. I knelt down beside her and asked "if you know who this man is, why are you happy to see him?"
She said "because even though it's sad she's not here, snow was the thing mommy looked forward to the most every year."
After a moment, I knew what I needed to do.
"Snow, I will never forget what you did or the pain you put me through.
But in honor of my wife and daughter,
I forgive you.
This was inspired by a prompt to write a poem about snow returning. And I wanted to highlight seasonal depression and forgiveness.
 Dec 2019 R B M
Audrey
I hate myself
 Dec 2019 R B M
Audrey
I hate myself I hate how I think
I wish I could be different every time I blink
I wonder what it's like to be someone else
Because I really don't want to be myself
I would give anything to be like her
“She's going to go far in life because her head's on right”
Yeah but mine is twisted and bruised
Yeah i’ll be fine
Yeah I think i’m sure
But i’m the one who’s not bright
Im stupid
Immature
A mess
Right?

I wish I could just be blessed
I get more sad and sad every day
I just don’t want to live this way
I try so hard but what gets in the way is myself!
I hate you
I hate you
I hate you
I don’t even believe in myself and i’m ready to face my true fate

I’ve disappointed everyone enough and
I just want me to be enough for them
not me
THEM!!
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
All just suicide
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
I remember the supervised showers
The crushed ice
The cries at night
The feeling of losing control
The idea that earbuds with the right twist and ties could make me die
The sewn on pillowcases
The weapon in scissors, mirrors, handles, sheets, bedposts, bags, shampoo, straps, glass, pens
The misdemeanor
The boy who’s anorexia was his slow suicide
The girl with two siblings that killed themselves
How everyone wanted to **** themself
The 7-year-old that only cried
The lime green hallways that haunt my mind
Found this poem from a year ago
 Dec 2019 R B M
Fearless
Knock Knock
 Dec 2019 R B M
Fearless
Who's there?
Negative Thought
GO AWAY!!!
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
Is it
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
Is it really survivors guilt if
I haven’t survived yet
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
Reminiscing
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
It is 10 pm and I’m crying again
Tears a stream that is so familiar to me
But I’m not crying because I want to die
I am crying because I wanted to
I am crying for that 12-year-old girl
Who twirled
with suicide every night
I am crying because if the pills would have worked
the way I wished they would
I wouldn’t be here
No
I just wouldn't feel this way
 Dec 2019 R B M
Simoné
Seven Years
 Dec 2019 R B M
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
He is my three week summer
He is the story I’ve never read
He is in the whisper of my friends ear
He is the question my sexuality still hasn’t answered
He is the flush of roses rising from cheeks


He is the new crush
He is the story I just started
He is the reassurance that it’s not just me
He is the ummmm of the future
He is the blossom of beginnings

He is the text I have to answer
He is the story I couldn’t finish
He is the drone of conversation coming to an end
He is the answer I never asked for
He is the flowers given in
Expecting something more
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
Still Starving
 Dec 2019 R B M
Iz
His kiss was the second serving I was to embarrassed to ask for
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