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YoYoWrites Oct 2017
It's the second year in a row where I feel completely alone.
It's the second year in a row where I no longer feel anything.
I haven't shed a tear. I've had no more fears.
My mind is blank. Like the piece of paper that is right in front of me trying to describe what I feel.
My hands are shaking, not because of what's in my cup.
But more of what I injected in my self.
The same song that's been playing since last night has been on repeat.
The mirrors that stood in my room are now shattered glasses laying on the floor.
The love I felt for him was no longer there. Until everything I did or saw reminded me of him.
I'm tired of being alone but I can't deal with calling someone home then ending up homeless.
I hope you understand that I was not a depressed person. nor a suicidal girl in need of medical attention soon.
YoYoWrites Oct 2017
I woke up in the morning feeling a bit blue,  it wasn't much of a surprise considering that was how I felt every morning for the past 4 years. I manage to sit up and just like the blood rushed to my brain so did the thoughts. The thoughts of regret and sorrow filled my mind. As I start walking to school I am greeted by Anxiety. Next I am greeted by depression, and boy did it make me feel gloomy. Even though it was sunny outside it had felt as if I had a dark thundering cloud above my head ready to start pouring.
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YoYoWrites Sep 2017
She always stood by the sea at night. She always loved the noise it made, and her memories would crash with one another just like the waves did. Her pale skin remained the same after my Annabel died. She was just a body without a soul, my love, she was already dead before she died. her long pitch black hair would flow with the wind. I would watch my love from the balcony, and she would be happy. Something she never was when she was home. My Annabel was in love. but not with me, but with the sea. Because it gave her something I couldn't possibly give to her and that was comfort. Her favorite place was the cliff, where she would sit with her feet hanging.But on that particular night, her feet weren't the only thing that would fall from the cliff. My Annabel has died...
Yes this writing was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.Please feel free to leave feedback, suggestions etc...
YoYoWrites Sep 2017
This isn't a letter about how I died committing suicide by a gunshot against my head. Or how depressed I am in need of professional help. It's about how I already died without my body being six feet underground. You see, my body was different than anyone else's. I couldn't love because once upon a time I loved too hard and ended up alone. I trusted someone too much and ended up being touched. I took words to the heart and ended up killing myself without actually dying.
YoYoWrites Sep 2017
I was found in my room surrounded by liquor bottles. I was on the floor not being able to feel a single emotion. I was empty. Just like the fourth liquor bottle I had in my hand. And just like the piece of paper that laid on the floor. He came and asked me if that was the way to forget him. I replied with 'No darling, that's the way I like to forget about myself.'
YoYoWrites May 2017
The pen in my hand, the paper remains unwritten.
The pen starts moving writing down the secrets it’s been hidden.
The writer remains quiet but the paper shows how much she’s screaming.
Wrote down how much she misses dreaming.
With the cold cup of coffee, to keep her awake.
Her enemies wouldn’t ever to feel this pain.
YoYoWrites Apr 2017
Winter had come, her least favorite season.
It looked like a gray and white movie film,
The sky was cloudy and the snow was white.
It all reflected the way she felt inside.
She was cold as the winter snow,
Sadly thats all she ever showed.
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