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can you promise me
that you won’t commit suicide.
so there will be a
          slight chance that you’ll
          inhabit my future.
we could do amazing things together.
                    (...make happy memories and
                    have fights that will be made up…)
it’ll be a great story to tell our children—
          (a great story indeed).
i promise that you’ll be satisfied—
          (you’ll be satisfied).
i don’t care about the hugs and kisses.
                    (...that’s not love…)
          (definitely not love.)
love is being with who makes you happy.
          (you make me very happy).
i promise that you’ll be happy—
          (i’ll make a million promises).
                    (...that will be kept…)
but can you promise that there will be a future.
          for there to be a future,
          you must stay alive.
                    (...don’t die, i love you…)
  Aug 11 Charlotte
i
you are just another person in the crowd,
you are nothing special,
the whole world does not know about you.

you are irrelevant to the others,
you are meaningless and pointless.

but the purpose of life is
to be significant,
to be known.

you don't want to be just another shining
star in the night sky,
you want to be a shooting star,
a star that you rarely see but it's beautiful
and memorable.
  Aug 11 Charlotte
Nelida Evelisse
Why do I feel numb
Watching the world
Listless in sight
Because I only see it in black and white

Colors are washed out of my eyes
And every light in me has died
All I see are smiles as frowns
Because I only see them upside down

Love songs don’t have any meaning
For a person who is trapped in their mind
Love can attempt to come my way
And I will just glance and walk away

Storm clouds cries and fills the ocean
But my salty tears competes with emotion
Filling the ocean ten times till tomorrow
That the ocean will be overwhelmed with sorrow

In the end,
I try a superficial smile
And try to fool myself for awhile
But as much as I try
There is nothing left inside
Because everything in me
Can’t seem to come alive
For those who suffer from mental illness, I hear you and I know.  There is help and above all hope.  You are strong, keep fighting, you are worth it.
Why do human beings
rarely recognize their own
spiritual aspirations as vivid
manifestations of God's presence?
What use would the products of mere
happenstance have for such
wispy yearnings?
  Jul 21 Charlotte
Priyam
The walls speak to me
Through the voices in my head
Should I leave this room
Or am I better off in my bed

Staring at the ceiling
Imagining starry nights
I don't fell sleepy
But my eyes are shut tight

So I talk to them
The voices in my head
I don't need to go out
Because I'm better off in my bed
  Jul 11 Charlotte
The Lone Rager
Inhabiting a body of organized--
seemingly solidified--information
your boundless consciousness
oversees a virtually self-contained
universe.
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