The water has a sound,
I've only heard
when I was by myself.
It tells a secret
The way the circles
Form and swirl.

Just for a moment,
I never knew you.

And never tasted
Disappointment all too soon.

These vast acres,
Remind me of days,
When it was just me.
The sprinklers
Would cry 
And I would run free.

Just for a moment,
The weight elevated.

And matters of life 
and death were left to fate.

But the sun lied to me,
When I looked at the surface,
I only saw the break of day.
I kept searching and searching
But I never did
Find my face.

Just for a moment,
I was never here.

The earth revolved easier,
The sky had less tears.

Only that tree
Shall mourn my loss
When I echo off of the rope.
The moon can take 
Where I left off,
As my heart shall soak.

Just for a moment,
You won't think of me.

From this soundless world,
I wish you can find peace,
Under the same tree.*

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I never saw a dying dog
I shall never hope to see one
Again in my life
But I can surly tell you anyway
I’d rather see myself dying
Than my lovely dog.

I was lost, I thought all the doors were closed.
      I blamed myself, I thought it was my fault that I had no one to hold.
      I hugged myself tightly and prayed to an uncaring god.
      No one listened, no one believed that I'm cold, and for happiness, to the devil my soul I sold.
        I built a wall between me and the world, they believed that I'm strong, I'm bold.
        No one knew, no one knows and no one will. My story will never be told

It's a strange feeling to see someone like who you usted to be. You see that forgotten girl in her hollow face. The way her cheekbones dip in a sulking way. It's like a permanent stain of sadness etched into her expression. The bags under her eyes show her sleep deprivation due to stress and anxiety brought on by thoughts created by her own demons inside of her own head. Her hair is very thin because very few locks remain. Her suffering hides in the lining of her collarbone. She feels it as if it is a sculpture, rubbing all of her worries away. She is comforted by her hip bones, the way they bulge out like mountain peaks. Her stomach craves for nutrition, for a taste of happiness. Although her body demands the continents of her kitchen, her mind screams No! You can see the lining of her stomach and wonder if that was really you way back then. The way she struggles to breath as she runs, forcing herself to endure more pain that she already experiences. She can feel her chest burning, little does she know it's acid eating away at her, killing her slowly. Her thighs no longer touch, they breach a gap so wide, you wonder how her legs can withstand such a faulty structure. Her lips are a lavender hue and you wonder if she ate something purple, but no. You know deep down it's the cold that fills her body constantly. Even in the summer she wears long sleeves and jeans because the shivers that go up and down her spine are so strong that she may convulse if she were not protected by her warm clothes. Her fingers are slim and seem to be those of a creature that's non-human. Her body is so frail and so weak. But it's become a safe haven for her. The constant glances in the mirror. Examining her body for any flaws that might have surfaced. The constant fight between body and mind whether to starve or to survive the day. I'm hungry, says the body. You're weak, says the mind. As I look at this stranger I see myself. My forgotten self. That forgotten girl long ago who saw her life dwindling before her eyes. Those broken pieces still surface now and then. And that forgotten girl will never truly be forgotten. Because she used to be a part of me. My best friend, yet my true enemy. My anorexia.

You became too many things to me
All at once
Then i got tangled in the idea of us
Not knowing you were on the fence
Emotions do funny things
Like pinning me down, making me helpless
The pain was sweet but the results weren't
I did love my sore wrists
But not my sore soul
For now you've ruined the game
By saying you don't play
Then playing it anyway.

She sits
She waits
She ponders
She dreams.

No one walks to her
No one talks to her
No one notices her
No one cares about her.

But who knew?
She has the greatness within
The invisible intelligence
The unseen abilities.

This girl could be our future
Just nobody notices.

Love,
is like a forest,
so big, mystifying, and enchanting,
yet,
so evil, dark, and dangerous.

Life,
is like a tree in a forest,
one out of many but individually beautiful, with
amazing aspects
yet,
ordinary, overpowering, or underwhelming.

Friendship,
like a branch on the tree.
a part that makes something, different,
and wonderful,
yet,
differing, imperfect, and vast.

We are a part of the forest.

You sit in front,
not behind,
They don't notice you,
but you feel butterflies.
You see them,
but they doesn't see you,
you find yourself,
jealous,
jealous,
of that one,
the person who holds their attention,
you are standing right next to the person,
just inches away,
but they don't see you.
Why?
Why do I feel this way?
They are someone who you don't
even
like.