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Amelia Feb 11
I can’t deal with this anymore
the world is damaged to its core
every time I look around me
disaster is all I see.

We’re all cooped up in fear
tell me what is really happening here
confinement of my own mind, body, soul
I just want to know how to feel whole.

Piece by piece it’s falling apart
please I beg, can we restart.

How do I begin
in a world that is caving in
How do I progress
when the world is filled with emptiness
How am I blessed
when there’s barely anything left.

Just please tell me.
Amelia Dec 2019
What happens when I no longer
know how to tell you what is wrong?
What happens when I no longer
am able to write these words?

The only device I will have left
Are the tears dripping
against the paper and
forming words of their own.
Amelia Nov 2019
Dust filters through their fingers,
each grain slowly slipping away.

Pushing forwards
And feeling the strong repel of backwards.

All that remains now are the ashes
of the dreams that you let die.
Amelia Oct 2019
The wilted leaves of the plant you gave me
begin to peel away
lingering on the sunny window ledge
starting to fade on this day.

I laughed at its structure
and how it reminded me of us:
started out blooming and blossoming
but soon we lost our trust.

Today, I feed a new plant
with the tears I cried over you,
and with the warmth that I never received,
I began to build something new.

I smiled at its structure
and how it reminded me of myself:
started out small and feeble
But I am no longer just a decoration on the shelf.
Amelia Jul 2019
Fire running through my veins
like electricity
attempting to ignite
if even only a small spark
Amelia May 2019
My heart shattered into
thousands of pieces on the
cold, hard ground.
Shaking hands attempt to piece them together
but they are unable to,
unable to fix me -
I have to fix myself.
Amelia Apr 2019
My hand trembles
at the sight I see before me.

My face damaged
from the expectations of society.

My body bruised and scarred
from every ounce of derision inflicted upon me.

Not only is it a corruption of appearance,
but a corruption of the soul.
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