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Jessica Whitaker May 2017
I don't have a home anymore.
They've came and burned it down.
Now I just have my graveyard;
where my soul is locked and bound.

I don't know who I am anymore
for the home is who I was.
Though really I can't say this
for this is something I can't prove.

Open up your eyes
and know that you can't tell
who I am, who they are,
or who we want to be.
148 · May 2017
Since you don't understand
Jessica Whitaker May 2017
Since you don't understand
when I say I want to die,
why don't you sit down
and I'll lead you though my "lies."

There is a deep dark pit,
here inside my soul,
where no matter how warm I am
it still remains cold.

It's not that I hate others
or that I just don't care,
it's just that I don't feel anymore
that you all want me here.

I could not care less
what happens to me now
because I know that even when I'm
you just don't want me around.

I ruin all I touch.
I just mess things up.
I bring all those around me down,
so I just don't come around.

I want to get up
and do things that are productive,
but even if I do,
I know its for no purpose.

You could ask me to just get over it,
but believe me , I've tried.
And every time I fail,
it strengthens my will to die.

So please just go away,
I can no longer try
to explain to you why you can't
just tell others to go die.
113 · May 2017
Loneliness
Jessica Whitaker May 2017
Pretty little butterfly
swimming through the sea,
don't you know that you could drown
if you stay too long with me?

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