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Julie Mullins Jun 2018
She was happy
So it seemed,
But really
She was not.

At first,
It was just
A little ****
To ease the pain
And maybe feel numb
For a few hours,
But after a while
It wasn't enough.

Her mother beat
Her while she slept.
She says she's only here
For her mother's sister
Because she's only a baby.
Too fragile to know what
This world really is.

She pops a few of them pills
To feel numb again.
Thinking maybe this will be enough
But it won't.

Her father tells her
He doesn't care
What she does
As long as her grades are up.
You're supposed to care
Because you're her dad
And dad's are supposed to be
There for their children.

It wasn't enough.
She tried something new
And it's too much.
She falls to the ground
And she's seizing.
There's blood on the floor,
Dead flowers too!

She says she's only here
For her mother's sister.
Because she's only a baby,
Too fragile to know how
This world really is.

Her mother's sister is safe now.
She says,
She's no longer needed here.
She wants to leave.

She goes to get help
But it doesn't help.
She comes home
And she's at it again.
She tells her cousin
To stay home,
She doesn't want to see her.
She comes anyways.

You see she had a plan
To try again,
But she didn't.

She said she needed
Help again.
It's been a few weeks,
And I hope
She's getting better now.
Please,
Find your happiness.
I love and miss you.
Julie Mullins Jun 2018
I hate being alone.
But here I sit alone
Listening to the constant hum
Of a heater across the room
And the drops of rain
Splattering on the ground
Right outside the window
That is cracked.
And all I can think about
Is how I hate being alone
Listening to the bubbling
Carbon dioxide in my coke
That is nearly gone,
Growing tired of the burning
Sensation in my shoulder
Staring at a box full of
Colorful pens wondering
Which one should I use next?
And all I can really think about
While listening to the footsteps
Above me,
Is that I hate being
Alone.
But you still leave me all alone...
Julie Mullins Jun 2018
My thoughts,
They run.
My letters
Do scramble.
My words
line up.
But they are all
Drunk on the
Endless possibilities
Of fantasies
And truths.
Julie Mullins Jun 2018
She is sunburnt.
And her blemishes are blisters
That has popped on her
Beautiful wrinkled skin.

The white lines are the contour
Of her face.
And short lines are freckles
And her eyes.
Double short lines are the bridge
Of her nose
And long double lines,
That last for miles,
Is her smile.
Hello everyone. New here. I hope I fit in nicely and that you all enjoy the words I have put together. This isn't the first poem I have posted, but the second and I figured I'd leave a little note saying hi. So, Hi! Not all of my poems are amazing, but I'm working on it and I hope you support me in that :)
Julie Mullins Jun 2018
Blank pages
Stare at me,
Breathing,
Waving like
Ocean waves.

Rocking to every word
Tilting its boat.
Like sailors lost
To the stormy sea,
Some pages stay
Blank,
Because sometimes
The adventure ends
Before its barely begun.

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