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empathize with me
say you see my point of view
feel my pain and loss.
you werent wrong to believe in love
you were just wrong to believe it had no teeth
 Jun 9 The last Poet
MJ
I know a girl who's hurting,
But you don't see her cry or pout.
In fact, you'd never know it was her
Unless I pointed her out.

She tries so hard to keep on smiling,
To hide her noose and gun.
But inside, I know she's dialing
Her depression's 911.

All that you can see her as
Is happy, skinny, tall.
But long before you knew her,
Her hopes had begun to fall.

There's still some left of what she was.
Independent, Loving, and Strong.
But there's only so much you can do to cope,
When you've been so sad for so long.

You'd never know she cuts herself
For every sorrow she keeps.
You'd never know that every night,
She cries herself to sleep.

You still think she's so happy?
You haven't reached your goal.
Instead of listening to the stories she tells,
Try listening to her soul.
This one goes out to my best friend who's battling depression.

I believe in you. You're strong. I know how hard this life is, and I know how much it hurts when it breaks you. I will always be there for you to wipe the tears from your eyes, the blood from your wounds. Keep holding on, friend. One day we'll both get through this. Until then, just Stay Alive.
 Jun 9 The last Poet
Jamie
a girl with books
wobbling as she tries to balance them
she cant be older than seven

A boy in the adult mystery section
repeating to himself
"I need a boys book not a girls book"

A mother with her two children
following her like ducklings
leaving havoc as they pass

A girl and her mom
reading aloud
in the middle of the cooking isle
I love the library
where is the humanity
when this life forgets your strengths
remembers your weaknesses
you make me feel
like a torn paper.

I loved you
like the stars ache
for the moon.

My heart yearns
for you every time
you pass by.

I feel charmolypi
every time I meet you.

I feel solace
with you by my side.
THE WORD CHARMOLYPI MEANS A BEAUTIFUL KIND  OF SORROW
THIS POEM IS FOR THE ONE WHO'S EVER FELT LOVE AND PAIN
 Jun 9 The last Poet
Zahra
He stirred her moonsβ€”
left them pulsing like distant stars.
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