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Your little hands bruised me
Your little words scorned me
Your little knives cut me
Your little face haunts me
Your little mind scares me
Your little heart loved me
But all your little things killed me
It's 9pm
And it's cloudy again
My demons are not what you have
But what you have is not what you want
Because you just go around and flaunt
But I'm just trying to be me
Why can't anyone see
I'm tired of fighting this world alone
Tired of going to bed with God on the phone
I need thirty more minutes of sleep
I need to find me
But too much static on this channel
And then there's him with his **** flannel
Why do I do this to me and to you
I'm sure you're missing me too
But just don't know what I've been going through
The sky is dark blue now
Don't be scared anymore my friend
It's just a frown
Venting I guess
That perfect moment when your between steps
When you dare to look at the sky
And watch the marshmallows floating by

That perfect moment when time stands still
As you watch the birds on the window sill

That perfect moment when you meet for the first time
And you can't catch a gulp of air
As you wonder how someone so perfect is there

That perfect moment when you walk under the autum tree
The falling leaves a perfect sight
Like colorful birds taking flight

That perfect moment when that first snowflake falls
Gently coating your chilly head
And you forget the winter dread

That perfect moment when you watch the children play
And you remember when you were young
And all the crazy things you did for fun

That perfect moment when you roll down a hill
As your head hits the soft plush grass
You realize how small the world may be
And your a tiny speck of happy impossible to see

Then all these fleeting moments are gone
Forgotten verses in life's unending song
Please like if you've ever felt a tiny moment like this for just a second ( or if you like my poem) and please repost, not enough people appreciate the small things in life
The worlds but a puppet show
With tiny figurines
That wear miniature glass hearts
Upon their tiny sleeves

When it's not an exciting scene
To the viewers we don't matter
But together we're all struggling
To climb life's impossible ladder

And when the show is over
And the puppets are thrown away
Their glass sleeves are shatted
no matter what the master will say

When night comes at last
And only the figurines stay
Stabbing each other with the shards
In their own unseen play
We move
We breathe
We eat
We sleep
Like clockwork
We laugh
We talk
We smile
We walk
Like clockwork
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Silence
There's no one to turn the key
quietly
please don't look at me
fill me
with immense anxiety

i'm not here
i'm not real
intensely numb
cannot feel

unimportant to you and your day
please don't acknowledge me, stay away
the background - let me become
it's all i really want when the day is done

fade away, throwaway
is all i'll ever be
i'm impossibly unimportant
insignificantly me
So I apparently wrote this a few weeks ago and found it this morning, rolled up like a cigarette.
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