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My choice of words may come off a little strong,
But who are you to judge how it really feels?
I finally figured out why it hurts so much
It’s because I trusted you
I confided in you, and you in me
We were a team
I felt what it was like to have a best friend

Whatever people said, thought or did
It didn’t matter as much
Because I had you
Didn’t matter if I didn’t have a lot of friends
Because you were enough

So now, I don’t know what to do
I’m hurt and lonely
I haven’t dealt with these feelings in a while,
Not on my own

It seems like I’m losing everyone around me
I thought I was doing the right thing?
I don’t know anymore

All I know is that once again,
I’m getting a taste of betrayal
And I really wish I could spit it out,
But I can’t do that
Because I still care about you
Sorry for my late night rambling.. just needed to get that off my chest.
She didn’t know what a beautiful soul she had
Her dreams, her goals
How far they could have lead her
If only she had let them lead

Maybe she’d have a taste of happiness
The kind she can only imagine now
Sitting on the floor behind her bedroom door



A knock on the door
A voice
As a spark of hope reaches her eyes
She lets it go

People will wonder what they failed to see
And she will never know what it is to be
Because she can imagine that it’s all a dream,
But her sleep is far too deep
I don’t mean to trigger anyone and if I did I’m truly sorry. I just think it’s important to talk about.
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 stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
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.
  Sep 9 Shannon Cloutier
Daksh
You bring back,
memories when the skies were black,
shut the lights;
Everything black, wet everything.

Piano keys; soft sound of those strings
unveiled many blunders.

I’ll say thank you, every day of my life
As to when you arrive,
I’ll look in the sky, and won’t ever forget
to give you back,
a smile.
I sometimes enjoy looking at the world through my blurry vision
Seeing the world as a big picture rather than in detail
It hides the imperfections
But sadly, the details get hidden too
And that’s what makes it so beautiful

So I put my glasses back on
The imperfections are back
I know they never disappeared in the first place
But that doesn’t mean I have to give them any attention
I can choose what I want to see and ignore the rest
So I will
Written a while back...
: just a little perspective on how I see the world ;)
What’s a hypocrite?
Someone with a facade
Someone who says something but means another
Someone who doesn’t say the whole truth
Why do I feel like a hypocrite?

I don’t lie
No move is calculated
At least, most of the time
I like spending time with you but I keep myself from doing so
To protect myself
From what?
Your influence

I know it’s bad
I know I’m doing the right thing
So why do I feel like a hypocrite?
When you say “I love you” I know I can never mean it as much
But how much could you really mean it?
You don’t know what real love is

But I do
So I guess I’m not so much of a hypocrite
Because when I say “I love you”, I know what it means
Which is why I can say it to you
Truthfully
Again, feel free to interpret ;)
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