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I miss my friend
He could make anyone smile in a matter of seconds
But as the seconds kept counting
my friend lost his hope
The once intelligent and kind child,
changed for the worse.
He still has good intentions,
but no one sees that
He makes people laugh, at the fault of himself.
because he knows, he knows deep down,
that he never wants anyone to feel the way he does.
I used to have this friend
Lighthearted, Kind
He was always smiling
Funny, Friendly
He could always make people laugh
Social, Interactive
You would wish you were that happy
Compassionate, Courageous
But I haven't seen him in a while
Unfortunate, Disappointing
He's me
I’m terrified of drowning,
the thought of water rushing into my lungs-
the feeling of accepting what’s happening.
Thrashing, fighting, reaching toward the surface.
I become calmer as time progresses.
time gets slower
and soon I find myself,
treading the waters that I’m stuck in.
Not at the top,
but almost at the bottom
It feels like treading water,
but your arms are getting too tired to hold yourself up-
just like they always do.
Rewind, Reset, Restart.
Confrontation, Confusion, Chaos.
Oh how I wish I could go back.
Refresh
my choices, my actions, my thoughts.
Oh how I wish I could start over.
Creation
of a multitude of problems.
Oh how I wish it would end.
Repeating
thoughts that won’t leave my brain,
things that changed my life forever.
Oh how I wish I could stop.
Concentrating
on the past, although my mind won’t let me,
although the pain won’t end.
It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.

It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.

It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.

Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.

It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
Dark hair.
Dark hair was what
I was always after.
That was until you swept
into the room with
blonde curls
falling down your
forehead.
And I can spot that
red Mustang from miles
and miles away.
I started to paint
my nails red.
My lips red.
Even though I was never
that fond of the color red.
You painted my life
a different color
when you entered it
and im afraid that i will
never be able to get rid of it.
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