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 Jun 15 eliana
Pri
Music isn’t just noice, it’s a language my soul already speaks.
The first thing that ever made sense when nothing else did.
I don’t just listen to it.
I feel it.
Let it wrap around my ribs like a lifeline when my mind starts drowning itself at 2 a.m.

It silences the thoughts that won’t shut up.
It fills the room so my fear can’t echo back at me.

When the world is too much, music makes it just enough.
Some songs hit like memories I never lived.
Others sound like truths I never said out loud.
They make me cry without warning,
Smile without reason,
Feel something when I’ve been numb for days.

It connects us.
Strangers across oceans singing the same lyrics with tears in their eyes.
People who’ve never met still get it,
Because the melody said what words never could.

Music is my safe place.
My freedom.
My heartbeat when mine is off-beat.

I need it
Without it,
I’m just static
 Jun 15 eliana
Pri
Im fine
 Jun 15 eliana
Pri
Its the answer I’ve rehearsed,
The shield I raise without thinking.
Three words stacked like bricks between me and the world.
Because if I say more,
If I let the cracks show.
They might fall through.
And then I’d have to explain
why my heart feels heavy,
Why my mind wont stop spinning,
Why the silence inside me is louder than any noice outside.

So I say,
“I’m fine”
Like a broken record,
Like a lie I tell myself first.

It’s easier this way,
to tuck the storm away,
To hide the pain behind a smile,
To keep the floodgates closed.

But sometimes, in the quiet, when no one’s watching those words echo back at me.
A hollow, Empty promise that doesn’t mean a thing.
Because inside,
Im not fine.
Not really.

But the world doesn’t need to know that.
So I say it again,
Softly,
As prayer,
As a lie,

“I’m fine.”
I’m sorry boo,
maybe I’m too much for you.

my mind keeps thinking too much
and you’re afraid of my touch

I’m too heavy, too intense
or maybe you’re too weak, no offense

I’m too smart, too elegant
don’t want to sound arrogant

I’m too emotional, too loud
and hell yes, I’m ******* proud

too this, too that
I don’t want to chitchat

so I’m sorry boo,
but maybe I’m just too much for you.

- gio, 22.03.2020
 Jun 12 eliana
Aaliyah Salia
I am my own boss,
I listen to my ownself.
I don't care if the people talk behind my backs,
I don't care if people throw away my ideas.

I know my worth,
I know what I'm capable of,
I know that if I just hold on,
I will reach my goal.

I am my own CEO,
I am not just a girl,
but I'm a woman with big dreams, big goals, and big plans.

In the end,
You'll see,
how I will push you behind,
and wear a crown on my head.
One must never lose hope and continue to struggle to reach and fulfill their goals and dreams.
 Jun 12 eliana
Kalliope
I wish I lacked empathy.
I don’t want to feel.
I don’t want to see signs.
I don’t want to be real.

One minute, I’m fine—
then my soul explodes in my chest.
I wish I didn’t see that.
But I did. And now, no rest.

I wish I could shrug,
say “that’s not my concern,”
but every flicker of pain
Causes my stomach to hurt.

I notice the silence,
the shift in your tone—
there's nothing in your voice
It's all I think about alone.

This is why I'm standoffish and stick to just me
There's no ache in loneliness
At least not the kind that stings

Maybe I'll make friends but that feels like betrayal
These self imposed rules- a safe fortress failure

I wish I didn’t feel
At least not to this extent
My day was going so good
But I ruined it again
But I'm healing
So I have to feel it
I'll be fine tomorrow
And then I'll repeat it
 Jun 12 eliana
Agnes de Lods
Every day, I open my reality:
I wake up.
I feel.
I choose.
I decide—
knowing so many others
are crying behind the scenes,
and their trembling is raw.

Pain isn’t consolation—
it reinforces the structure of fragility
when the towers are crumbling.

At the core, we return,
squeezing black-and-white struggles
into our veins, into our memories.

To the only home
we never left
our own body.
The first and the last.
 Jun 12 eliana
Bea Hespera
Some things are better off dead
Buried in the ground
The memories stuck in my head
Spiraling around and around

My soul sits in its tomb
My hopes are the coffin it lies in
My inner child is the surrounding gloom
My dreams are the flowers lying on the stone

My trauma make up the walls that surround
My pain is the drawings underground
My soul was buried with the shackles that bind me
I had to bury it all so it would let me breathe

You have to stop looking behind to look ahead
That’s why some things are better off dead
 Jun 12 eliana
lizie
something
 Jun 12 eliana
lizie
school is out.
the air smells like sunscreen
and grass clippings
and some version of freedom
i’m still learning how to hold.

i want to be the old me again.
the one who didn’t flinch
at every memory.
but i never quite live up
to who she was.

there’s no more
funny band classes with him,
no more hallway glances
that meant more than they said.
and that hurts more
than i want it to.

but it was the worst year
of my life.
and maybe,
just maybe,
leaving it behind
is something.
not everything.
not healing.
but something.
 Jun 6 eliana
Lyle
no matter how many times we say it
or how much we mean it
those people will never understand
that being a sad person
doesn't make you a bad person
that there doesn't need to be
trauma
there doesn't need to be
a reason
sadness is a feeling
it's not just a reaction
can't they see?
can't they see that only a person with so much hurt
and so much pain
can drag scissors across their arm?
can press that
blade
down on their SKIN
until it rips and blood beads
and mingles with tears of desperation
how can they not see that
there doesn't need to be a cause for the crippling
depression?
I can
because I feel it too.
sometimes you just need to be sad
so the happy days feel all the more brighter
everybody feels different
what might be a small ordeal to someone
might be the world ending to another
you
aren't
a
bad
person.
you
are
just
a
sad
person.
so please please please
throw away those awful blue things
you know what I mean
you don't need that reminder
please please please
put the sharp things away
not for me, for you
wear your scars
they are
tally
marks
of
the days you have overcome
you don't have to be ashamed
if people want to be ashamed for you
that's
their
problem
they are yours
they are all the reminders you need
of how
beautiful
and strong
and resilient
you are
because you keep fighting every
single
day
and that's more than I can say for most.
I will never stop caring.
I will never stop being here.
so please
let
your
world
BEGIN
everyday.
The days will hurt
Nights will sting
but you must never forget
how happiness sings.
Please.

I hope you know this is for you. Stay strong. You've got this. I'm always here for you.
 Jun 5 eliana
Nobody
here's to the kids
who learned to cry with no sound
here's to the kids
who are too afraid to admit they've drowned
here's to the kids
who drag knifes across their skin
here's to the kids
who feel like they'll never win
here's to the kids
who are trying their best
here's to the kids
who just need some rest
here's to the kids
who cry themselves to sleep
here's to the kids
who survived the week

you're doing so much better than you think
i believe in you
jesus christ its like my brain was constipated and i just took cerebral laxatives
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