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and i leave
sadly
ever after
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 Sep 2016 SteffyWeffy
Crimsyy
I might have left it too late,
too late to notice that
you occupy my heart and
without you, it'd be empty,
devoid of love,
but distancing myself from you
sounds like drowning myself
in blacker shades of blue.

And you're still living,
and you're still breathing,
and this don't sound
like the me I knew,
but then again, maybe
the me from nowadays is new,
the me from today and yesterday
will be dying tomorrow day,
but tomorrow day,
will you still hold me tight?

Oh the fear of being alone
plagues my head,
the fear of losing you
has become my shadow,
following me everywhere,
even into the dark
where shade is not
meant to be found,
my bedroom light feels like
the light of a thousand suns,
it burns my face.

God, how could i fall in so deep?
God, I cannot even speak,
God, I wish for eternal sleep,
what I seek keeps escaping me
in such cruel ways,

Baby I'm in a trance,
and my feet know
only your dance;
Please wait patiently for me
to snap out of it.
 Sep 2016 SteffyWeffy
Jo
Stay Strong
 Sep 2016 SteffyWeffy
Jo
There's this girl I know, she feels unknown.  Just wants to have attention, cries on her own. She's got nobody to go to she feels so scared
    She doesn't want to go to school, cries in her bed. She got a couple friends they think she's okay. Inside the pain haunts her, day-by-day.
She still hasn't given up, she doesn't see the point. She just wants happiness but emotions disappoint. She blames herself, it drives her mad, for every single little trouble that she's ever had
    The pain she endures you can see it through her shirt. Bearing the scars of society's burns.
    No more pain. No more tears. There's no need to cry no more there's nothing left to fear.
    No more pain. No more tears. You don't need to lie no more, because you know we're here.
   She hides herself, no one hears her cries. If only you could see the world through her eyes.
    All she wanted, is one little friend to stick by her til the very end. She didn't ask for a lot, in fact nothing at all.
   She was still hit around and called a fool. She didn't wanna fight. She just wanted some love.
     When she was lonely just one hug and to feel like she was accepted, instead of being pushed around, left out and rejected.
    You gotta stay strong nothing lasts forever. You're  never alone, we'll do this together.
  She can't take it no more. She's taken enough. She's been strong for so long, but she ain't that tough.
   She's scared of letting go but no one seems to care.  She's scared to carry on, because there's  no one there.
    A frustrated girl, bearing the scars. She's fighting her fears behind spiritual bars.
   With this girl, I saw her face. She messed it with a smile- I could tell it was fake.
     She broke down in tears, said I saved her life. As she cried, she asked, "Can I be your friend?"
    I answered, "Hey there girl, tell me what is wrong?" She told me everything so I dedicate this poem.
   No more pain. Don't cry. No more tears. No more tears running down your face. There's no need to cry no more there's nothing left to fear. No more pain.
   No more pain.No more tears. You don't need to lie no more, because now you know we're here.

  No more...
I got bullied my first and last years in high school. Then some of my friends that are a year younger then me and are still in high school, called me, one-by-one, late each night, crying, asking me to come over. I would throw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and I grabbed a hoodie, and my bear up converses and took off.
   "I'm getting bullied and I don't know what to do," that's all they would say to me. And it broke my heart, knowing I went through it myself and just remmebing how bad it was. I went through the process with them and helped them through.
    Now, they're still afraid, but at least they're focusing on their studies and laying low. Sometimes, they would be sneaking a text or two to me, and I would just give them encouragements for the day.
It has to be said that
I've always thrived in dives
And stumbled in polite society
You see, I tend to talk too much
And laugh in all the wrong places
These modern eternals hate me
Because I smoke and I'm still alive
And I constantly smell of tobacco
So I'll stick to the dives
And the undemanding low-lifes
Who, like myself
Simply do not care

                             By Phil Roberts
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