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Please stop hurting yourself, you are enough.
Please, stop. You are amazing without doing this to yourself.
The Story Of The  Littlest Angel


As Christmas Day draws near
I get lost in memories,
of colored lights, mistletoe
and loved ones by the tree.
Of all the priceless moments
I fondly do recall,
a story that was read to me I
cherish most of all.
The Littlest Angel was the title,
and through the magic of every line,
I learned the value of life on earth
that a gift from the heart was truly Devine.
Even though a lifetime has passed
the angel who read me this treasure,
dances in my heart this Christmas
and always will forever.

In Memory Of
My Auntie
Marion L Fowler Rose

Written By Kathy J Parenteau
Copyright © November 30, 2013
 Dec 2014 Jodie LindaMae
Alex m
They say I have changed that I need to smile more
I used to smile everyday without care of what others say
But now I must work to show a smile
I must push myself so that people stop asking  and telling me the things that hurt me the most
"Are you ok?" "You look depressed" "You make others happy"
When is it someones turn to make me happy?
Why must I work so hard for people that do not acknowledge my pain
The answer is because they can't
The smile has permanently left my face and a new one is drawn over it
My tears have been washed away just so they can be replaced with more
So I will be here making others smile just as I always have
But I wonder if they will truly miss me when I am gone?
 Dec 2014 Jodie LindaMae
Brandon
To claw and grasp at the nearest death
Am I so wrong to cling to my last breath
I've shed this skin a million times before
Soured by the repetition
Of skinning myself to fit in

Two hands joining
The others holding back

To swim in your ocean
Lost in the sea I'll thank you as waves
Take me under, crash over me
And I'll drown the sincerest goodbye
With an abysmal lullaby

For a chance you've said I'd be missed
I'll repeat the scars I've branded with honor
But wear them with diluted meanings
My intentions once seemed pure
Now they're promises I can't endure

Two hands joining
The others holding back

To swim in your ocean
Lost in the sea I'll thank you as waves
Take me under, crash over me
And I'll drown the sincerest goodbye
With an abysmal lullaby

How long the road has waited
To crumble beneath my feet
Wandering to the edge
For a last look at the sun setting
And then I felt the path give way

Two hands joining
The others holding back

To swim in your ocean
Lost in the sea I'll thank you as waves
Take me under, crash over me
And I'll drown the sincerest goodbye
With an abysmal lullaby

Two hands joined
The others held back
warming his hands above a baby’s crib.

massaging the lame leg of a dog at rest.

accidentally crushing the pack of cigarettes in his right shoe.
Teach me to
swim
in the
sound-waves
of your voice.
Slit your wrists

And take those pills

Down that bleach

Until you lie still

Kick the stool

And hang from the tree

Jump into traffic

Will you do that for me?

You say we don’t care

You say we don’t see

That we wouldn’t miss you

Well you just wait and see.

They’ll box up your room,

Cry every time they pass.

Your friends all have depression,

Your teacher won’t teach class.

Your bully’s now a cutter,

Your grandma passed away.

Her heart just couldn’t take it,

Knowing it was you she couldn’t save.
PSA: please set
aside time today to hug
a gay narcissist.
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