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It's not the poison that it's poisoning you
Is the reason why you take the poison
I pic my poison and it's you
Nothing can **** me like you do
 Feb 2016 Amanda Brader
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is like having your lips sewn together, your voice is trapped in a prison and its sad you see, because you yourself hold the key.

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its like having your feet glued to the ground in big crowds, and you feel like everyone's constantly staring you down.

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its like feeling so alone in this world, especially when you're just a little girl, and all you want to do is be free and twirl.

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its like being a bird, but you have clipped wings and you can't sing.
this is anxiety to me//
I know girls who go through boys like they did toys on the playground
I know girls who pick at their skin and pull at their hair
I know girls who look so hard for love they give out their heart like it's extra change
I know girls who split their skins to stop the pain
I know girls who are so angry they are hateful, even mean
I know girls throw up in the bathroom after lunch, pretending no one heard them when they come out
I know girls with the universe in their eyes yet they can't see a star
I know girls who give themselves away to feel like someone cares
I know girls who hate their moms
I know girls who hate their dad
And I know girls that would rather die then be caught wearing a dress
I know girls who take too many pills, girls who party a little too hard
I know girls with strait A's since they were 6
I know girls who have panic attacks
There are girls with bones and girls with curves
Girls with hearts as cold as stone
But even with all the types
All the girls
We're all the same
Same love in our hearts
Same soul buried beneath layers of our skin
Truth is
We're all hurt
We all need each other
Girls need girls to get through what girls go through
This is a little rough but it's a poem about all the kinds of girls I've met and observed through my 16 years. Some u was friends with some I hardly knew. The point of this poem is to say every girl needs some body so us girls should be there for each other.
 Feb 2016 Amanda Brader
Ryan
Worlds collide,
the tectonic plates crash in chaos.
Shattered hearts and minds,
left in the deep dark.
Wading through black smoke,
corrupted lungs thick in tar.
Fighting together through madness,
the only hope they have left.
The more your clothes come undone
the more your heart does the same
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 Nov 2015 Amanda Brader
Kj
dating a poet is fun,
and you'll learn things about yourself,
that you never knew.
but when you leave her,
you'll be the one who's broken.

you see,
she'll break you down
into bits and pieces-

she'll carve rhymes
into your rib cage
and
she'll make your kisses
into pentameters.

your voice becomes her rhythm,
and each color in your eye
forms a stanza.

you become pieced together
and poorly stitched,
because she's taken out
the very best parts of you
and the very worst.

she's taken you,
and cut out her favorite parts,
and she'll promise to put you back together,
but the funny thing is,
she never learned to sew.
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