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A life not lived
Is something that
I will not regret
The life I lived
Is something that
My loved ones don't forget

I fought an uphill battle
I was fighting at the last
Now, think on me and smile
Because, you know that I have passed

You know I am there with you
The pain will go away
Just think of me and smile
We'll meet again someday

Think of little things I said
Of how I may have looked
Don't think of me as done and gone
Think of how I cooked

Remember me a fighter
It was a battle from the start
Think of me and smile
And always keep me in your heart
For a friend, Sandra K Smith, and her family on the loss of Gaye Boheler Smith
 Nov 2015 Janoortje
calion
dear ---
I am not pretty.
I am not smart.
I am not worth it.
I am not poetic.
I am not perfect.
I am not good enough.
******* for making me feel like I was.
 Nov 2015 Janoortje
Ell
Enough
 Nov 2015 Janoortje
Ell
All I want is to be enough.
I want to be skinny enough, tall enough, pretty enough.
All I want is to be enough.
I want to look in the mirror and not hate everything I see.
I want to wake up in the morning and not wish that I was still sleeping.
Because when you sleep, you escape reality.
And in reality I am not enough.

All I want is to be enough.
 Nov 2015 Janoortje
The Duchess
Welcome to our Society,
where the teens are depressed,
and the students are stressed,
where people will give you hate,
on what you wear and what's your weight,
where there's ***, no hugs,
no candy, just drugs,
where we cut for an escape,
and the parents beat and ****,
where laws forbid the gay,
and everything is weary or gray,
so I hope you enjoy your visit with Society,
just try not to get depressed and anxiety.
 Oct 2015 Janoortje
dan
sometimes
 Oct 2015 Janoortje
dan
sometimes I wish
that the plane I took crashed
where everyone survived, but me.

sometimes I wish
that every time I'm out
I'll get hit by a car and die.

sometimes I wish
there is a hand to hold
to prevent me from killing myself.

every time I wish
that I should've jumped
and ended things with a big loud bang.
I'll slip away...

I'm hard to hold on to,
Too variable,
Too changeable.

Too likely to change into something so sweet,
That the bitter of me leaving
Will hurt more than help.

You can't fall in love with me,
I'm too much to lose.

...You are too much for me to lose.

— The End —