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Oct 2015 · 1.6k
You saved me
Julie Oct 2015
Your the air I breath,
such a cliché,
but it's the truth,
I'd be nothing without you,
you saved me,
pulled me away from everything,
I found myself in you,
I found myself because of you,
Your my life line,
After all I've done,
you still stick beside me,
love me unconditionally,
never once have you made me feel,
stupid or worthless,
like so many before you,
Your the air I breath,
cliché I know.
Oct 2015 · 282
My own nightmare
Julie Oct 2015
This burning itch inside,
i know it all to well,
thought i was over this,
but,
tonight it's coming on strong,
the urge is back,
taunting me,
im scratching at my skin,
wanting to feel that release,
i need to dull the hurt inside,
something to help me get over this,
i'm falling quickly,
right into my own nightmare,
a place if i go,
i know i'll never get out.
May 2015 · 417
Dark before Dawn
Julie May 2015
I thought I stood on solid ground,
But it's crumbling beneath me,
How much did you think I could take,
I could never be what you wanted,
I just want to let go,
Tired of trying and falling,
You pushed and pulled me under,
Just to make your life better,
I looked for light,
Instead nothing but darkness consumed me,
Dark before dawn is what they say,
But how long can you look for light,
Before giving into the dark.
Apr 2015 · 442
Just wasting your time
Julie Apr 2015
Drowning our memories in whiskey,
sounds like a plan to me,
I'm done wasting time,
hoping things will change,
yeah,
I ****** up in the past,
I cheated,
do I wish I could take it back,
yes of course,
I hurt you,
but I love you,
Some part of you,
will always hate me,
I have to deal with that,
but why be together,
when you can barley look at me,
Just wasting your time.
Apr 2015 · 412
I must say
Julie Apr 2015
I must say,
I have completely lost myself,
who the **** am I,
I have no idea anymore,
This sweet girl,
this honest loving girl,
has just disappeared,
how do I find myself again,
I feel nothing,
or if I do its anger,
but I must say,
I think I like this self better.

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