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 Sep 2018 SR Millan
Katelynn
You told me today,
That you wanted to die.
I could tell in your voice,
That it wasn’t a lie.

I never noticed till now,
Of how you fidgeted more.
I never noticed till now,
Of the sweaters you now wore.

But I did noticed now,
How your skin seemed pailer,
How your eyes darker.
Have you been eating?
Have you even been sleeping?

But when you told me,
I finally saw.
The darkness that surrounds you.
When did you start to fall?

Why didn’t I noticed,
That your smile missed your eyes.
Why didn’t I noticed,
That your voice told such lies.

If I had noticed sooner,
Would this had ever happened.
If I had noticed sooner,
Would you had never saddened.

I screamed for you,
Wanting it to not be true,
I cried for you,
Though I didn’t have a clue.

I waited for you,
For you to react,
But the mirror stayed still,
My image intact.
Though this poem is in depth about me, I have in the past, and have seen others struggle with suicidal tendencies. I hope that anyone going through this will reach out to others because you are worth it and you deserve to be here. The suicide hotline is 1-800-273-8255, please contact this if you need help, because you deserve to have help.
 Sep 2018 SR Millan
Kathryn Irene
Your scars may run deep
Like the water among rivers
Your pain etched deep
Like the deep crevices of stone
Your heart may be failing
But I'm here to revive it.

You said you cannot go on
Yet you've traveled a thousand miles more
You say you're all alone
I can hold your hand, side by side
You think you're nothing
Yet your living, standing, breathing, beautiful

You feel trapped within your mind
Like a dove in a cage
Yearning to be free
From the ribcage confining you
You want to go to the extreme
But that is not the answer

Your life is so confusing
But all trails lead to the highway
Your mind is lost to darker thoughts
Yet there is an edge to the forest
Your mind tells you no
But what does your heart truly believe?

You feel like your floating through life, endlessly
Yet your feet stand on the ground firmly
You think you hear the drums of death
Yet I can only hear the sound of beauty
You think I cannot help you
I don't, I want to support you

I do not know how your life is or the issues it concerns
The twisted roads and dead ends your life has come to
How many times your heart has been staked or your body in pain
How many friends have abandoned you on a single plea for help
I can understand your mistrust, but believe
Believe in a tomorrow, a tomorrow with me

Do not intend to relive yesterday,
What has been said is done
Actions are like leaves drifting away
There is a tomorrow your eyes have not seen
Though it may be rough how else can it be?
If not for you then do it for me

How many people can your mind keep count
Or the many places exquisite with beauty?
How many lovers can your heart keep count
Until you find the one safe and happily?
How many adventures can you go through
Until you find a home content with life?

If not for you then do it for me
What friends love you will surely be sad
What family will weep, cry at your loss
How will their lives be changed
Without your light by their side?
You're not alone, little dove.

This is not the answer so
Please step away
Put the hurt down and walk away
Run into my arms and feel safe
I won't tell a soul if you
Promise to be safe

You only live once
So why throw it away?
For something you don't know
If it'll be better
So please stop drinking
And be sober with me

Put the gun down and
Surrender to me
If not for you then do it for me
Relive all the good memories
And come with me
Don't let go of what you know

Please, don't go..
And never know of what you don't
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I feel like I'm drowning
All alone, no help in sight
Find myself constantly scowling
Though I try to smile with all my might.

Waves of sorrow drag me down
To the depths of cold agony
Feelings are an ocean I tread with no sound
I'm trying to swim yet I sink to the bottom of this miserable sea.
Its late, I'm tired, and sad.
I know you're colder
Than ice because around you
I feel numb inside
You're like snow, beautiful but frozen.
I wonder how you feel getting your hands tangled in her long blonde hair as opposed to my raven black hair and if there was a difference between you telling her she was yours when you were drunk, as opposed to you taking me to have dinner with your family when you were sober. and I wonder if I sit outside your bedroom window and burn through enough cigarettes while you’re in there with her, it’ll burn your memory out of my mind. Maybe the cigarettes would **** me before you could.
another poem about you.
 Jan 2018 SR Millan
Kyle Summer
I fell in love with a girl, she's lemon and lace,
we're spinning through corridors in outer space.

I am nothing but a city-slicker
with a bloodstream of liquor

asking this angelic being to dance.
I don't deserve that kind of chance.

So instead I sit and bob my head,
imagining her inside my bed...

sleeping by my side,
a thought I never tried.

Trust me, I don't want to ****
to know you're safe would be enough.

The ashes of my cigarette
scream the nothings I regret,

for she is made of morphing stars
and I'm brawling in dingy bars.

In my head, she’s just for me...
For her, I’d break reality.
I'm falling in love and I hate it.
 Jan 2018 SR Millan
Sarah Xander
I’m so annoyed that I constantly want to be around you, that I constantly want to be comforted by your smell. I am angry that I just want to give you all the love and care in the world, that I just want to build a life with you. I’m exhausted by the thought of you, the way you move, your eyes, your lips and your moles. I’m broken by the fact that someone else is going be touching you, loving you and kissing you. I’m happy because you deserve to be touched, loved and kissed, even if its not by me.
I feel worse with each weary day,
I'm tired and growing afraid,
It's hard to believe you loved me,
If you loved me you would have stayed.

I can't let go of what we had,
You've always been my better half,
And now all that I have left of you,
Is your old shirt and a photograph.

No matter how many months go by,
I'm tormented by the lingering ache,
I see you every time I close my eyes,
At night the memories keep me awake.

I put on music and turn it up loud,
To distract myself, to no avail,
Every song reminds me of you,
And the way your chest falls when you exhale.

Maybe I am acting crazy,
I'm thinking with my heart and not my brain,
But that's because talking to you,
Is the only thing that keeps me sane.

I don't know why I'm still holding on,
When it's clear you want to be free,
I'm wasting my time, you're happy now,
You obviously don't need me.
 Jan 2018 SR Millan
little lion
you
 Jan 2018 SR Millan
little lion
you
his kisses will never compare to the feeling of
your
lips brushing against my skin while
your
hands tangle themselves in my hair.

my name will never roll off of his tongue like it rolls off of
yours
when my body is molded against
yours
in the dark.

his touch will not send shivers down my spine the way
yours
always does when my hand is held by
yours
as we walk.


i’ll never love him the way i loved                                                                  ­  
you...
the way I still love                                                                        ­                      
you.

  

maybe his love for me won’t fade away like                      
yours                                 ­                     
did after you met                                            
her...
Even after everything he did, I can’t help but love him...
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