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Amy wildflower Dec 2016
Im fine okay.
I say that im fine all the time.
I say it so much that i get use to saying it.
I start to believe myself sometimes.
Its hard to make others believe.
But, Im fine.
No Im not, what am I saying.
I have never been fine.
Everything in my life hasn't been fine.
I dont even know what "fine" means anymore.

Im not fine.
Im dying.
Im spinning.
I..Im Okay.
Im..Fine.  ;);
Yeah....im fine
Amy wildflower Dec 2016
She woke up to the sound of screaming.

She knew, She knew today aas not a good day.

She thought to herself, "everyday is very similar. All my day on earth are horrible."

Her heart was beating fast and her lungs shrank. she could hear her own breath, she hated that.

She hated hearing her own breath,

She hated her family, she hated her looks,

She hated her family,

She hated her body.

She hated....everything

She is me.
Dont take this peom seriously.
Amy wildflower Dec 2016
Without you
Im different
Without you
Im dying
Without you
Im broke
Without you
Im nothing
Without you
I wouldnt here.
I know, my poems ****. Im just starting to write so bare with me.

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