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 Dec 2017 a
Alexandra Meelan
Why do i feel so alone?
Why does it feel like nobody cares?
They say they do, but they don't act like it.
They don't show it.
I want to feel loved.
I want to be important to someone.
I want to be able to love someone
without getting hurt.
Not physically hurt.
Much worse.
Emotionally.
Mentally.
I have more scars than there are to be seen.
Not all of them are visible
Not all of them are touchable.
Not all of them can be healed.
But each of them are on the inside.
Each one is different than the next.
Some deeper than others.
Each one tears me up inside.
I cry for relief.
I cry for the pain to go away.
I cry to be loved,
wanted,
appreciated.
I cry alone.
No one can hear me.
I cry inside.
I cry by myself,
to myself,
inside.
No one sees it,
I hide it well.
My smile is not real.
It's my camouflage.
They see me as fine.
That's how I want it to be.
But in truth:
im not
I never was.
Never will I be
No one can help me.
I'm too far gone.
There's no fixing this.
There's no fixing me.
Not now.
Not ever.
They broke me.
Not my heart.
Not my brain.
Me.
All that I am.
All that I was.
I'm gone.
I'm not me anymore.
I'm what's left of what I was.
My heart,
my mind,
my body.
Nothing is the same.
I've changed.
I can see that I have.
They can't.
No one can.
I hide it.
I hide it with my emotions,
my mentality,
my,
happiness.
My feelings,
all gone.
I'm empty.
There's nothing left of me now.
No hope,
No love,
No pain.
 Dec 2017 a
Seth Keplinger
I miss
my friends.
While they
laugh, revel
and skip.
I miss
the point
While I
hide, cower
and drip.
I miss
my friends.
While they
fly, displace
and ascertain.
I miss
the invite.
While I
spin, clot
and complain.
 Dec 2017 a
Uma natarajan
Those days
 Dec 2017 a
Uma natarajan
Old days of youth
Appears before vision
Now lost sunshine of  youth
Sets Plunges darkness in anticipation
Remembering brightness of youth
Heart cries with emotion

Clouds of old age gathers
Pattered dust's of sickness
Which flatters
Drops of gloom's rain wets
Hammering thunderstorm in the mind constantly bets
 Dec 2017 a
Greg Dempsey
Broken
 Dec 2017 a
Greg Dempsey
Stuck in the shell I can't shed
Help me, I'm locked in my head
No one can hear me scream, not even plead
Cutting my arms, watching them bleed
I can't take much more, someone end this pain
Ready to take a bullet to the brain
It too much to bare, just let it end
I beg and cry, but the message doesn't send
Louder and louder, but no one can hear me scream
Too much pain, too much, please is this just a dream
No one can help me now, I'm all alone
They can't hear my painful tone
Someone please, hear my cries
I yell and yell, but no one tries
I guess no one cares, no one is listening
My tears roll down glistening
I'll shut up and put on a smile
I'll walk a broken glass mile
Just know the smile I wear is to hide
I am eternally broken inside
 Dec 2017 a
Mike Hauser
Busy
 Dec 2017 a
Mike Hauser
I find myself busy
With nothing much to do
The days pass by quickly
With me always on the move

From one day to another
And on into the next
Busy at doing nothing
Without any rest

Getting nothing done
With all the in-between
Slipping as I'm sliding
In the shape of staying busy

And a busy man I am
With nothing much at all
Thinking that I do
When I really don't

In the frame of mind
Of busy all the time
Always on the hunt
Of what I'm trying to find

With not a thing to do
Either here or make believe
How could I ever lose
When I find I'm this busy
 Dec 2017 a
Lin
Thoughts and Dreams
 Dec 2017 a
Lin
Thinking thoughts
And dreaming dreams
Something others would fear
Something that would scare the ones near

Just lay in bed in the middle of the night
Thinking thoughts
And dreaming dreams
That you fear will become reality

Not sleeping as you are
Thinking thoughts
And dreaming dreams
That really no one should do

Can someone stop me from
Thinking thoughts
And dreaming dreams
Look! I made actual stanzas with spaces and everything!
I made this poem on a rough night.
 Dec 2017 a
Jen
Traffic Lights
 Dec 2017 a
Jen
Anxiety slips into even the smallest cracks of our lives.

They tell you to be positive.
And you think that you are.

Until one day you're driving
and you realize your whole life
you've been slowing down at green lights
simply because
they're bound to turn yellow
soon enough.
 Dec 2017 a
Beaux
Dysphoria
 Dec 2017 a
Beaux
It starts in my chest and grows
like a parasite it eats at me
It feeds on my insecurities
It weighs me down

It runs through my veins and spreads
like a virus it breaks me down
It drains me of energy
It slows me down

Its destroying me
12-16-17
 Dec 2017 a
Mims
Impact
 Dec 2017 a
Mims
I knew you

and you knew me

Our messages told stories

of us taking over the galaxy
Diary #1
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