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 Dec 2017
SL
There are so many questions in life
Questions that aren't that important like what should I wear? or what should I do with my hair?
Questions that are important like should I take my life? or should I just continue to live my life like this?
But all questions have answers
Answers you like and answers you don't
You are told that you have to go to all your appointments, to show that you are changing and getting better
You lie about everything to prove to them
It feels like you're a broken record because you have to start from the beginning
You lose hope, until you find one new person and you don't hate this person
You start to think that everything is turning around
Then bad news struck again and you can't see this person anymore
You're back at square one and you're worse than ever
The question is now WHAT'S THE POINT?
You believe there is no point
A friend tells you to not give up
You try hard
You try to stay strong and to stay clean
You've lasted longer then ever before but that thought of accomplishment is gone
Now was it worth what you did?
I was in a bad spot on the 22.11.17 and I wrote this
 Dec 2017
SL
Crunch, crunch, crunch
The sound of people eating
Makes me sad because I know I can't enjoy it
Looking around at everyone's plate then looking at mine
I see nothing but an empty plate
Everything looks so amazing but I can't build up the courage to try anything
There is a voice inside my mind telling me not to eat, you don't need it because you're stronger then them.
Gulp, Gulp, Gulp
The sound of people drinking
I wish I could try the drinks available
But I've lasted this long and to end the streak now would make everything I've done for nothing
Cling
The sound of everyone finished
Everyone talks about how good the food was then everyone looks at me
They ask me why I didn't have anything
I have no logical reason
I've taken the light away from the birthday girl
It's her 18th birthday and now it's about me
I'm a horrible person
True story, I am not even close to recovered. This happened when I came out of hospital. Sort of a bad poem.
 Dec 2017
savspoetry
Dear 4 am,
Legend says when you can't sleep that you're awake in someone else's dreams. So I don't know if that's my problem, or if it's my restless thoughts. So maybe you're the source of my insomnia, or maybe I'm my own problem.

Sincerely,
Me
 Dec 2017
Aisha Ella
His "I love you" came swiftly.
Like the monsoon pouring down on a leaky roof
Those three words broke through my defences.
At first they were an ambrosia;
They sustained my life and our relationship.
At least for a short time.

Then "I love you" became an excuse;
For absences, and purpose-filled accidents.
And I ignored the warning signs, the flashing lights.
I pretended like "I love you" was enough...

...But it wasn't.
His "I love you"s were like band-aids on bullet wounds;
Like using play dough to fix cracks in concrete walls.
But I rationed our good memories,
I held on as tight as I could to our love
And watched as it slipped through my fingers.

His "I love you"s became poison,
That seeped deep into my bones,
And turned blue skies grey,
And turned light into darkness,
And slowly killed whatever semblance of love
I fooled myself into thinking we had left.

— The End —