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HeatherBeth Apr 2016
Trying to force these words
Down onto this paper
Trying to explain how I feel
It's like a special kind of torture
That I must push through
To remind myself I'm real
HeatherBeth Apr 2016
Tell me all the lies you have spun
I will always listen
Even if I'm the only one
I will always be here
Hiding from the monsters
That have surrounded us
Trust that
Trust me
Because you're right
This was always how it was going to be
We knew this was a war
We knew new we would loose
But we put up a valiant fight
The perfect underdogs, me and you
Soon we'll both be free
You. . .
Not as soon as me. . .
But what is a year or so
In the prospect of eternity?
HeatherBeth Apr 2016
Are you lying?
Because she says you are
She says
That everybody knew
That I just like
Getting lied to
He says
Stay the **** away
What a great way
To end our last day
You say. . .
You say nothing
You leave me here
Not knowing what is real
You were real
But now I don't know
Where did you go. . . .
How long has this night mare
Been weaving it's way to my heart?
Just like all the rest
This one just as ****
Real or not real?
Why does it matter now?
One foot away
From six feet in the ground
Sad poems are the easiest to write
HeatherBeth Apr 2016
I should of never woken up
That breath should of been my last
And now two years have past

Why does everything still hurt?
HeatherBeth Mar 2016
"Run run lost boy they say to me
                                   Away from all of Reality"
HeatherBeth Mar 2016
Your words break me, shake me
But this is the way it had to be
I had to finally set you free
Baby I love you, can't you see
All the things I can't do for thee
A beautiful soul but you tread so hesitantly
For this world is not made of pleasantries
And my heart never came perfectly
It is a survivor of puppetry
Broken from insanity
Programed like a computer to flee
Victem to my faulty circuitry
Why do you insist to have this blasphemy
Is it really worth those small moments of glee
I'm sorry but I do not agree
You deserve so much more than this decree
And you heart might be left thirsty
But it is me who must carry on as an amputee
For you were like a leg that supported me
And I was a tumor that burdened thee
So now maybe you can live healthy
And awaken to a better reality
HeatherBeth Mar 2016
You said time
Not space
But aren't they the same?
At least in this case. . .
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