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Chel Bia Feb 2014
Being alone is simple
No plans to be made,
Or dates to keep.
Chel Bia Oct 2013
I am unhappy:
"People choose to be happy"
I don't believe them.
Chel Bia Dec 2012
We've all heard it before..
"It takes 17 muscles to smile--
43 to frown"

Smiling is just too easy.
But you haven't seen the smiles I have seen,
smiles so contagious one feels the symptoms for days.
Smiles that turn the most permanent of frowns upside down.

Smiles with crooked teeth and cake in between.
They are not normal smiles,
they take up half of a face
wrinkle the eyes
and last a lifetime.

They are genetic masterpieces.
Bred and raised in Peru,
where kids smile at all,
And their grandparents smile with their whole body.
In every movement you see happiness radiate.

I dare you to find a brighter smile.

I danced for hours,
No one faltered
Joy engulfed the room,
Giving me just another reason to smile.
Life is worth smiling over.

Happiness is their religion,
So again.
I dare you to find a brighter smile.

If you do, please let me know.

Let me see smiles that take up their whole face
and the laughter that sings in their eyes.

Because that is something the world must  see.
We are in need of genuine smiles that show all the teeth
and hide no inhibitions.

We need honest smiles with joy spreading from cheek to cheek,
destroying the negative
and saving the weak.

With so much sadness and anger,
Something new must be presented.

I dare you to find a brighter smile.

Ones that could change the news
From shootings to miracles
Corruption to giving.

I know how that sounds,
fluffed up hopes dreamt by a silly girl.
But who wants 18 dead children,
With names few will remember.

So again.
I dare you to find a brighter smile.
Chel Bia Sep 2012
Today was heart wrenching
I woke up thinking of her
She's all I think about,
And it's because of my birthday.
As it gets closer,
I get more distressed.
I grow older.
She will never age.
Time continues,
and she forever remains frozen in time.
Pristine and pure.

Breathe.

It hurts.
My soul, heart, everything
Knowing things I wish I didn't.
Maybe then ignorance would truly be bliss.
Maybe
Living life not regarding
the sorrows of the world.
I'm not that lucky.

It hurts not knowing why,
why the world was so cruel
And she found no comfort in it.
Not knowing,
What made that moment her last.
That hurts the most.
I ache to know the answer.

It doesn't end there,
My family has not yet healed.
Mom constantly checks on my sister,
hoping she hasn't chosen the same fate.

This scares me.
I don't know how to help them heal or even myself.
Physically I cannot help anyone,
and they in return cannot help me.
I am alone.
I am nothing.

I don't want to hate her for what she did
but sometimes I curse her for it.
Cursing her for making so many people hurt.

Hurt is such a simple word.
it helps to explain how I feel physically,
but more importantly how it affects my mind and heart.
I like simple words that get to the point,
that anyone can understand
Like when I say my heart hurts,
Because it is not a physical pain, no
It's a pain much deeper
and will take much longer to heal.
A scar will be left, yes.
May that scar never fade.
If it ever did that memory of her would fade with it.

I never want to forget her.
She was such an important part of my childhood.
She doesn't deserve that.
She deserves to stay ingrained in my heart.
I just hope that when the time comes the resentment will leave.

She did no do this to hurt me.
Repeat.
She did not do this to hurt me.
It's true. She had no intentions of hurting those she loved.
She did it to free herself.
That's hard to accept.
But one day I will.
One day..

I am mentally unstable.
My emotions are polarized and unpredictable.
That scares me.
I liked being happy,
now I feel guilty.
Guilty for enjoying life,
when others can't.
I want to be happy again.

Reminder:
I feel pain,
I am alive,
I feel pain,
One day things will get better,
but not now.
Now is not the time,
I am not ready.

I take people's time,
I am selfish.
I need help.
I need too many things.
Not material,
Something much more powerful.
Reminders that life is worth living
I am not alone.
Everyone is alone
But not always.
I can ask for help,
when I want.

I want to take the hurt out of my heart for simply a day,
and place it on a pillow.
Walk away and live.
Come back and return to the sorrow.
I simply want a day
A day when she will laugh
And I will listen.

I miss her laugh.
I am selfish and kept her laugh.
I am not sorry,
I loved that laugh.
I miss her.

I am alone.
Breathe.

I am alone.
I am not okay.
I need help.
I will forgive.
I take time to heal.
Maggie did not do this to hurt me.
Repeat.
She did not do this to hurt me.
I wrote this almost a year ago when my childhood friend committed suicide.  I apologize in advance for the length; however, I did cut out a few chunks that were only necessary during my healing process.  I hope you are able to enjoy it.

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