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Jane Harper Oct 2016
I don’t have that friend…

Who I trust with everything.
Who is here in 10 minutes.
Who I can be lazy with.
Who I can watch movies with.
Who I can call at 3 AM.
Who I can cry on.
Who encourages me.
Who tells me it will be OK.
Who is always on my side.
Who watches me laugh insanely.
Who surprises me.
Who wishes with me.
Who waits with me.
Who hugs me.
Who is proud of me.
Who wants me.
Who needs me.
Who loves me.

I used to have that friend.

She asked me never to leave.
And I never did.
She was scared
And so was I.
But she built up some fake facade
And I sat by.
I waited and
I watched to see if she would come back.
But it became too much.

I miss that I used to have that friend.

She helped me grow with Christ.
She helped me in my mental fights.
She was my best friend.

It’s hard to say goodbye when the person’s being doesn’t actually leave.

Sometimes I think about making the choices she has made.
The love,
The lust,
The parties,
The “cool” personality.
I think about making those mistakes.
I can fail one class.
I can drink one drink.
I can **** one soul.

I don’t have that friend anymore.
And I won’t have one for a while.

But I do have a sister.
I have people who need me even though I don’t want them to.
I have people who say “I love you” to me although those words don’t come out of my mouth anymore.
I have a sister, so I have a friend.
Jane Harper Aug 2016
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There's nothing beautiful about this
Nor poetic words to explain that
I only want to die today.
Jane Harper Jun 2016
A dream can feel unusually real.
I don't know I'm sleepy, until a wake up.

Well...
What if every one of my breaths is in just another dream?
What if this pain is all a dream?
What if we are all resting on the clouds for 70+ years?
What if when we die, we finally wake up in peaceful eternity?
What if it didn't matter how we died?

I want to believe this so badly.
Jane Harper May 2016
Go to hell
You ****.

I swear,
If you touch me one more time...
Jane Harper May 2016
How rude would I be
If I took my life
On the day before I'm supposed to
Celebrate the one who gave me life.

I'm not sure I care, though,
How rude you think I am.
Jane Harper May 2016
Hug
The Anticipation...
For One Tiny Gesture.
A Hug.
From 1 Single Person.

Here's To Hoping It Will
Mend My Shattered Soul
For 10 Seconds.
Jane Harper May 2016
No, I'm not OK.
I'm drowning,
Choking,
Throwing up,
Crying,
Screaming,
Hurting,
Cutting,
Aching,
Sliding under.

And it ***** because
No one can help me.

*so I don't ask anymore
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