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Isn't it funny
how she didn't even flinch
when that block of wood
came crashing down right next to her head?
They laugh
All I did was blink

*Yes, isn't that funny?
today is your fifth birthday -
only nobody in the world knows this but me.

the 20th of November -
the death of all your unlived dreams.

happy birthday my little one,
may you rest in peace.
I'll always be there  
Even on the bad days
When I don't want to be for myself I'll be there for you
Waiting
It could never be a waste of time
So I wait and wait and wait and wait and wait some more
Living for what I love  
Not made to change only to understand, to level up
Hoping you can feel it from afar
During the times you can't look at yourself
You'll know someone loves you
Someone cares
For the thinnest half of a chance that could ever bring you comfort
That's why I'll always be there
Time* *stood still.
Death has already been here.
Forever *nothing.
My thoughts pushed emotions out the window a long time ago
they whisper calculations about fall times
laugh about the ease with which they could push me out too
discuss other modes of my demise, suicide
The blade's not that far, a dose more, the car door...

But I don't want the summons they preach
i grit my teeth and force my eyes to the stars
when they tell me, 'soon you'll be gone'
turn on a nightlight when they go too dark
Run, corner to corner, with the fright of the marked

My thoughts and I stand across the arena
the two of us locked in a never-ending fight
but we called a momentary truce tonight
And in a rare epiphany
I realized
My thoughts are a beast separate from me

So who are you then?
I implore them

You invaders of my head,
who want something so different than I?

And I,
if I'm not you, then

What the hell am I?

They never answered me.
 Nov 2016 Ana Sweeney
Ronney
I feel nothing but pain

I won't lie to my self

Saying "Ill be okay"

Facing these demons everyday

I hope in time

I'll  find the strength to slay

Only then, will I ever really be

okay
 Nov 2016 Ana Sweeney
L
swollen green eyes
a subtle disguise
of all the blurred daydreams
your soul hides behind.

tired blue haze
unlucky but brave
we scatter at nightfall
until no one remains.
4:39 a.m.
mechanical girl,
of blood and bone,
killed a pig with knife and stone,
she took it's leather to make it her own,
and sewed it on when she got home,
with a curly wig to impress,
and a twirling sundress,
she fooled them all,
but when they looked closer-everyone saw,
it was simply a tale, much too tall.
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