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Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Are you okay?
No not really but I have to sound perfect around you so I guess I'm okay
Why do you keep asking me if you look okay?
Because I don't believe you
Why do you keep fiddling with your hair?
Because it looks terrible and maybe if I keep messing with it, it might look alright
You're fine with us being just friends, right?
No. Not at all. If I value you enough to stay friends with you it means I really want you back.
Why do you keep leaving me?*
Because that way you won't leave me first
I don't know if this applies to all girls but it certainly does to me...
  Jun 2014 Forgotten Dreams
Autumn
I let it back in. I let it creep into my soul.
no I let it unbury itself from the grapple it was under.
I let it walk out of the shadows and bowed down to it.
it referred to me as "autumn" and I couldn't respond, because the girl that was once here, was cut up into little pieces, and forgotten but myself.
I let her rot away, under the skeptical of other's all while she had that smile upon her face.
and now, here we are in the same body.
no place for her dearest to go.
HAHAHA she is trembling, afraid of herself,
and ****. have I ever been more proud, my greatest work of all?
sitting here, begging for me to leave.
honey, sweet pea, **** yourself.
because I am here and now and you aren't getting rid of me.
you should have done that 3 years ago.
you should have listened to the whispers.
instead of slowly fading away.
  Jun 2014 Forgotten Dreams
Autumn
I keep hearing them say,  it'll get better in time.
It'll be worth it.
I promise you please don't give up, it'll be worth it.
and I do not understand.
anything can happen in time, and what if it simply gets worse as it has already?
it is my ******* ******* and I am its ******* worthless *****.
who cannot simply walk away.
But how do you walk away from something invisible?
how do you walk away when it is all you have?
the only one that's been there. My little friend who isn't really a friend at all.
golley.
I am going insane.
I have full conversations with myself in my head, and sometime I laugh out loud while having them.
because my little friend was always there.
and every time I try to escape, to overpower it, to run away,
it gets worse so much ******* worse,
and I just can't anymore.
Not really a poem.
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
It's funny how people forget,
That underneath those white stones
There are people...
Young men.
Men that hadn't even started living.
It's not just a name on a pretty white stone,
Covered in roses and poppies,
That hide what lies beneath.
Those are men who stood up with real courage,
Not like what you read in books,
But real courage.
They knew the risks...or sometimes didn't...
But they still stood.
Unlike you and I who just complain,
Those men fought for our future...
So no my friend it's not just a pretty white stone,
They are the real Heros
Spent the last four days touring the battlefields in Normandy and this is just one of the poems I came up with whilst there. All feedback is highly welcomed :]
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Poetry has become my self harm,
I only write at my lows...
Instead of blood I see words,
Instead of a blade I have a keyboard...

I want to write about...
The wind dancing with the sea...
Or...
The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face...

I don't want poetry to be my self harm,
Because poetry is beautiful...
An art...
Not.
Just.
Blood.
And.
Scars.
Judge away... I'm trying to not care... No matter how much I do ...
Forgotten Dreams Jun 2014
Sticks and stones
May break my bones,
But words...
They really hurt me...
To feel this pain,
And show it hurts,
I'll take a blade and make a cut,
Once... Or Twice...
Or maybe more..
Just to feel alive...
But that's not what I want anymore,
To feel alive...
If words never hurt me...
Then I will...
I'll take that blade and make one last cut...
And maybe then... you might stop...

But sticks and stones are what break my bones,
And words aren't meant to hurt me...
The Butterfly Project is a project aimed to help people who self harm and the rules are as follows:
1) Every time you feel like self harming you draw a butterfly (or any design) where you would normally self harm.
2) Name the butterfly (or design) after someone who wants you to get better or cares about you.
3) YOU CANNOT WASH IT OFF IT MUST FADE NATURALLY
4) If you self harm while you can still see the butterflies or you have killed them.
If you do not self harm you can still do this to support people who do
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