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The number on the scale
teeters awkwardly
between 130 and 131.
I sigh.
"115," I remind myself,
"I need to hit 115."
Who needs lunch, anyways?
Don't worry, you're safe with us.
You can trust your government officials.
Hmm? What's that?
School shootings?
Ah, yes. Those are tragic.
But they aren't our concern at the moment, no.
Our top priority for now is to ban a few social media apps
and rename the Gulf of Mexico.
Maybe even invade Greenland while we're at it.
Oh, but don't fret.
This is all for the greater good.
We promise, we care about our American citizens.
i'm tired of this
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A man stands on the side of the road
eyeing you on your walk home from work.
You've been here before.
He whistles.
"Hey, pretty lady!
What's a sweet thing like you
doing out so late?"
Walk faster.
Keep your eyes on the ground.
Maybe if you pretend you don't hear him
he'll leave you alone.
I was scared to reach out when it happened at first
afraid of fate taking a turn for the worst
but with some convincing I decided to try
to get some form of closure from life gone awry
but they didn't believe me, they all looked away
and there was nothing more that I could do or could say
I should have known my hopes were unrealistic
and now I am nothing but one more statistic.
Cyndi Allens Jan 2
I am nothing but a shell of who I used to be
mindlessly wandering the earth
and searching for my purpose
eternally bound to suffer in silence
while looking for an answer
that doesn't exist.
Short poem today. Happy new year.
Cyndi Allens Jan 2
when my life ended, time kept ticking on
years went by without me
and the world kept spinning.
nobody noticed that I was gone
because I hid it oh so well
but behind my glazed over eyes was nothing but sorrow
as hopelessness had swallowed me whole.

the spark in my life was snuffed long ago
leaving nothing behind but an empty void
each of my attempts to fill the space
where happiness should have been
have been trivial

every day has been the same for as long as I can remember
fighting to heal, falling into sorrow
I close my eyes and pray
to whoever may be listening
that this year will be different.
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