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436 · Oct 2014
All Turned To Shit
Bethany Oct 2014
Weeks had gone by,
And you never left my mind.
From your lustrous, white smile
To your glistening brown eyes.
Your infectious, cute laugh
And all the moments we had.

"I love her," you said.
And that's when it all turned to ****.
I'm very new to this, so I'm trying to improve.
364 · Sep 2013
Dear Reader, Dear Writer
Bethany Sep 2013
It's better if we never see each other again.
I'm sorry for leaving you after knowing you for so long.
I was so sure we'd be together forever,
but with you, it was a constant battle.
Staying isn't healthy for me.
I'm trying to move on
and find someone who I won't constantly fight with.
You controlled my life for so long so it's time I say goodbye.
Dear Reader, Dear Writer,
I might come back to visit
but please don't make me stay.
*I went mad when I was with you.
Although this poem seems roughly simple and "normal" it's quite different. Most of you might have assumed it was about a past relationship I was in with a significant other. I wanted it to be like that. It's titled "Dear Reader, Dear Writer" because it was originally only supposed to be shared with myself and myself only but I think everyone should understand my story behind it. The poem is actually about my depression. It's me talking to myself. Depression is something I've been struggling with for almost 4 years. It's always been me trying to get better but I just get pulled back in. Depression kept me from doing a lot of things I should have done and made me do things I shouldn't have done. Being that I live in my head most of the time, it will always be there; same as an ex boyfriend or girlfriend is for most people. Depression created a love-hate relationship with myself. I am now trying to find the real me so I can finally love myself. I'm working on becoming happy again and trying to get better. That's why I'm saying goodbye.
332 · Mar 2014
Let In
Bethany Mar 2014
What have I done?
I broke a promise within myself
I let you get too close
Because I thought things would be different
I thought you would be different
But how could I be so foolish to think that your intentions were good?
because no one with a perfect smile has good intentions

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