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Fernanda Moncada Sep 2015
I've lost my self again,
I've lost it between the hope and the fatih,
Between the past and the future,
Between my soul and my body.

I've lost my self againg, i wanna found it
But how can i found something that i don't know?
Where can i looking for?
Sometimes i try to search it through my memories,
But that only make it worst, make more painfull.

I've lost my self again,
And i've been lost since i don't recognize who i'm,
And that happens over and over again.
#feelinglost
drenched
cold rain dripping down my head
splashing on my cold flesh
playing basket ball with my old friend
every shot i take goes in
every miss i make i laugh at
i think my friend would laugh back
but he got shot in the back
my basketball games are all in my head
but I'd rather pretend then realize that my only friend is dead
  Sep 2015 Fernanda Moncada
Jenn Yeo
I want is to die.
And not like I failed my math test or my boyfriend broke up with me die.
Or not even die when you feel the blood rush to your cheeks because you'd never been more embarrassed.
But die as in I no longer want to live and no longer feel guilt because of it.
Because this earth has nothing for me left and nothing it can say to keep me.
I want to feel my last breath burn my lungs as it slips through my lips and into the earths air never to be found again.
I want to feel my heart beat slow and forever stop cold and empty in my chest.
Humans are born with this fear of death etched into their bones but I don't think I was born with such a gift because I honestly can't think of a beautiful thought than to die.
Its not because I refuse to see the beautiful, little things in life because I've been surrounded by beautiful bright lights at night, even experienced love with the kindest of souls.
But even that sometimes is not enough.
People have told be its selfish to end my life but I think its just as selfish to keep someone here when they don't wish to be.
And people have told me its cowardly to **** myself but sending yourself to an unknown place with unknown consiquences seems pretty brave to me.
And so we get back to there's nothing you can do or say to save me.
Well I never asked to be saved and I see no reason to be.
I welcome death.
Fernanda Moncada Sep 2015
Here i'm, freeze looking at my cellphone screen.
Reading each word that you wrote,
Hearing my heart falling in pieces,  
Trying to keep my mind in calm before someone notice
That i'm getting crazy.

Take a deep breathe, count 1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2,3, 1,2...
Stop, is just another human in the world,
I repeat that words to myself around 100 times
But of course even making this calming process
I can't hide my anxiety every time that you send me
A message after a long period without talking.

It's always the same thing, the same game, the same words
"I miss you", "i love you", " i've been thinking about you"
I don't wanna trust that words anymore but a part of my heart and
a part of my emotional disorder tells me that you still in love with me
in a deeper part Of you cold heart, that you feel something strong for me,
something real...

But the other part of my heart and my awareness  
shout me that they had enough Of this game,
that they're hurt and that they're tired
because this is the 5th year that This game happens again,
that you play with me again and i really don't wanna play this anymore.
#imissu #ineedu #iloveu #imtired
  Aug 2015 Fernanda Moncada
Blurryface
I don't know why I read all these poems all they do is remind me of you and I hate that. Everyone understands me here and I don't know if that's good or bad. I feel for them and get it and want to help them because if I cant have it they should. I miss you and the poems make me wanna say to you but I still cant. The poems help me sleep at night. Sometimes. I wanna talk to you again even for a bit.The poems get that they get me the poems fill me with emotions I never knew could happen and they're all about you. The poems keep me breathing

-H.R.
thinking about him. again.
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