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  Nov 2016 FuturePoet
Yz Doo
Say something ,
I can't see you I can't hear you
Open up conduct your own flow
Clear communication coordinates concise connections
Be yourself, im here ,your there
Talk
Say something , it's important
Conduct your own flow
You matter , I just want to know
  Nov 2016 FuturePoet
SZ
The hardest part of all of this is that you were not just the first person I was in love with, but the first thing I've ever loved at all. I think everyone needs to love something to be happy in life, and some people love their jobs, or school, or their home, or even themselves, but for me it was only you, and I don't know what to do now. I keep having dreams of people asking for my commitment and in those dreams the first thing I think about is when and how I will leave them. I keep having flashbacks to that evening we had dinner at the European brewery. You were joking about how if we ever broke up I would spend the rest of my life trying to replace you but I would never succeed. What if you were right? What if you were it? What if I am never able to love anyone else again?
I wrote this in the notepad on my phone while I was drunk lol it's not very structured but it's honest.
  Oct 2016 FuturePoet
Paige Sawyer
Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is feeling alone,
even when you're not.
Depression is feeling worthless,
like you can't do anything right.
Depression is feeling trapped
inside your own dark mind.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is feeling so empty
like there's nothing left inside of you.
Depression is randomly crying
for no reason at all.
Depression is waking up in the morning
and wishing you didn't.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is getting sad
about nothing at all.
Depression is when you feel so empty
you cut your own skin open-
Just to feel something.

Depression is so much more than being sad.
Depression is an illness
that is so hard to fight off.
  Sep 2016 FuturePoet
it's ok
Stay up for a good few hours just to talk
Smoke cigarettes and wonder if you even remember me the next day
Or am I like that girl in your phone that sent you a text
And you closed your eyes and tried your best
But nothing came to you.
Is this all the same to you?
Either way, your past didn't give you depth.
its way too easy for me to forget you.
  Sep 2016 FuturePoet
Suka
write about your pain
from the most beautiful point of view
make your readers fall in love
with the demons in you
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