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haley Aug 2018
I gave you choices, chances, and changes
but it still wasn't enough for you to stay.
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Now
I choose to move onto better things.
I take chances because I don't know how things will turn out,
and maybe, just maybe they'll turn out okay.
I changed for the better. for myself.
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I've never been happier
- thank you for not accepting me
haley Aug 2018
;
a symbol of hope.
a semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended but chose not to.
- things will get better, they have to
haley Dec 2017
i was upset, and you were too.
you told me she hurt your heart,
well you hurt mine too.

you made me feel alive,
but now it seems like all i do is cry.
you made me feel special,
but i guess it was just a lie.

just like everyone else, you left me.
you left me for her, so don't you dare come back to me when she doesn't want you anymore.
- i'll probably let you back in anyways
  Nov 2017 haley
Kellin
Almost eight billion souls
And all I see in them
is your absence
haley Nov 2017
you destroyed me.
like hydrochloric acid,
you were corrosive
and colorless.
burning everything you touched,
including me.
first degree burns on my heart.
second degree burns on my mind.
third degree burns on my life.
haley Nov 2017
I was once told
the brightest burn the quickest,
that only the good die young.
As if this is okay.
As if this is the new normal.

If they were good
they wouldn't be lying 72 inches
below our feet.
They would be here
beside us in class,
on the field,
in the band.

If they were good
death would have never
been an option.
But hear me now.
They were not good.
They were
Troubled.

It is not their fault.
They are victim to a disease that creeps
into every corner of their brain,
that trembles into every nerve,
until they are
Numb.

The lack of sensation or feeling
of hope,
of living,
of love,
of purpose.

They felt nothing of worth.
Because when you strip
someone of their identity,
you leave nothing
to hang on to
except nooses tied
around shaking necks
With last words
That will never be heard.

— The End —