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J L Bell Jul 2019
You came into my life
And brought me so much joy.
I want to be your world
But you are just a boy.
A cheating hustler
for which you are branded
But my love for you
Will keep this **** standing
J L Bell Jul 2019
I feel him on my body.
I touch my heart,
But he’s not there yet.
Maybe he can’t find his way.
Should I lead him there?
What if I get hurt again?
Should I try?
J L Bell Jul 2019
The choices I’ve made have left me in pain.
Afraid that now love I will never regain.
Never knowing all I was being was used.
Even after I was so broken and bruised.
Now trapped with more choices.
I’m just as confused.
J L Bell Jul 2019
Breathe it in and breath it out.
Pass it on it’s almost out.
You start to numb
There’s no more pain.
These pills are killer.
I forget your name.
Like birds we fly oh so high.
Say “******* world we’ll never die”
You hate this place where you are at.
The pills are gone.
The Pain is back.
A lot of ppl who struggle with abuse or mental illness turn to drugs to numb the pain. Please if you’re hurting or going through things you don’t understand reach out for help not drugs.
J L Bell Jul 2019
I see you when I fantasize.
I feel you when I dream.
I wake up to you each morning
And feel a “calm at ease”.
I walk outside and see your face.
You make me smile.
It leaves the warmest trace.
The hours rush past.
Then it’s that time once again
When I’ll be here in your arms
And we can start all over as friends.
J L Bell Jul 2019
Life today is hard and unkind.
People you pass on the street seem blind. You lower your head
and look at your feet only to think of the things you’ll never be.
You hurt inside yet don’t know why.
You just stand back
and watch life pass you by.
People get older and somethings die.
Soon you’ll truly find yourself
and so shall I.
J L Bell Jul 2019
The world is over.
The walls are tumbling down.
The love is lost.
The tears fall to the ground.
The sky is black.
My eyes are red.
The pain I feel is not close to dead.
The room is tight
I cannot breathe.
The life is gone as you read.
My eyes are closed. My brain is full.
These words come from a young old fool.
This one was written in 10th grade. I showed a teach because I was pretty proud of this one as well. She sent me to the  guidance counselor. Thought I was  suicidal. “Um no, this is just feelings poured out on paper “
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