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 Feb 2018
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in my sporadic breath I plead for salvation

the depression and the pain, I’m sick to the core

don’t leave me

don’t stop the hysterical knocking

save me

I’m a lost child
 Feb 2018
WendyStarry Eyes
Such a nasty day
Inside I must stay
Despite my bones
They are aching
My mind is dreaming
Of outside playing
Sun shining
O' so bright
One day
There will be
Such delight
Until then I will
Just do some chores
Sing some tunes
Imagining the days
Of June
 Feb 2018
Stevie Ray
A small girl
sitting in the wind,
enduring gale
after gale
of pondering
wondering
if she has
the confidence
within.
She fights
herself
while enduring
the raging winds

A breeze of fresh air
turns into a
dark, question mark.

The young girls mind
has
heavy water torrents
raging inside
She wants to drown
cuz she wants to survive

I'm screaming against the wind
wishing I could heal her
with words
that burst from within
with fire burning
from the heart
tears dripping down
my chin
turn to ice
making blisters
on my
skin

It leaves me paralyzed
from the pain that's in her wind

She turns around
showing the purest smile
courage shining brightly
behind those saddened eyes
which ignites me
I'm in awe, inspired
of
that strength
that hearts desire

"You stand strong
with no eye in this storm!
But it's a fight you will win!
You ignite the people around you
because your heart
is heard through the roar
in these winds!
You will soar
through the sky
in your mind
because that strength
already lies within!"

My words never reached her
because she stood up
and walked her path
proudly

I can only hope
she catches
a few of my words
that are now drifing
in the wind.
 Feb 2018
RebelGirl
1 cut
2 cuts
3 cuts
4 how many more til i hit the floor
5 cuts
6 cuts
7 cuts
8 tell me to stop that's just great
like it is going to help you yelling at me
for ruining my body
that we already know I don't give 2 ***** about anymore
and also weather I die or live
2 months later
I live on with the only regret of not picking up the phone before I picked up that god ****** blade
this is how i felt when my mom found out that i was a cutter i have been clean for 2 months now and am doing awesome!
 Feb 2018
Skyler M
Your eyes were so cold, unenamored by your world that was cascading into the sky.
I tried my best to give you what you wanted but I was just a small child.
You were falling so fast and I was watching it all go down.
Behind broken mirrors I could see you hated yourself and everyone who dared to call you family.
Never close enough to hold you but enough to see you were broken,
The drugs and the alcohol starving your system of love and care.
A shell of apathy, a sheep's ghost among wolves.

Now, I ask of you to, let me into your head to take that pain.
You're my friend and that won't ever change as long as you don't push me away.
Now, I ask of you to, let me hold you tight tonight.
Tonight.
 Feb 2018
Dev A
I wish I could talk with you every day
I wish this anxiety didn’t plague me
I wish I had the courage to start a conversation
I wish I didn’t fear what you thought of me

I wish that my heart didn’t beat faster out of nerves
But rather from only excitement
I wish those three little dots didn’t have me terrified
But rather anticipation thrumming through me

I keep wishing to change how I feel when I hear from you;
From scared and worried to happy and excited
But my mind is keeping me back from enjoying our banter
I keep wishing that today will be the day
The day I finally conquer this anxiety
But I have to keep persevering;
Never letting it take complete control.

I wish I knew what to say
I wish I knew how to keep our conversations going
I wish this distance I’ve created doesn’t last
But most of all, I wish that you can understand.
 Jan 2018
V
It is truly a devastating thing to know that the sun rises every morning,
Only to wake up each time to see it set.
I am fighting suicidal thoughts daily.
Lately, nothing seems to help.
Not people, friends, professional help, medicines...
Or the relase found in poetry.

I haven't left the house (or even my bed really) for months.
I see no point.

Yet, still I write.
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