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472 · Apr 2019
Becoming someone you're not
Julia Cope Apr 2019
looking in the mirror
To see a different figure
a darker blue
another colour, a fainter hue
cannot reverse this; there is no limit
to unexpressed pain; keeping feelings implicit
deep in the soul, myself remains
what keeps me changed, are these restrains
They are a stronger person, from bad experiences , but believe that they have lost a part of who they originally were
260 · Apr 2019
wish you were tear
Julia Cope Apr 2019
I wish you were a tear
next to me when I feel fear
next to me when I feel forlorn
next to me when I feel torn
next to me when I feel ecstatic
next to me when I feel manic
next to me when I feel gleeful
next to me when I feel dreadful
I hoped you'd be more near
I wish you were a tear
The tear is a metaphor for a missed person, that should of been there at important times when you had cried during the highs and lows. They should have been as close as a tear to your face, to share that moment.
165 · Apr 2019
Addiction
Julia Cope Apr 2019
Give me your harvests, that sweet Mary Jane,

That devils' candy, the classy drug, the one that numbs,

Yourself and the pain,

Give me the rush, the pill, the psychedelics at best

Let addiction be my ultimate test
Julia Cope Apr 2019
I look to the stars, a mysterious place

Try to join sparks, to make a face

I want to believe you, so where are you now?

"In every person that loves you, that’s where and how"
122 · May 2019
Uncontrollably out of mind
Julia Cope May 2019
Your eyes have lost all colour
No spark, no wonder
Gone cold; left out in the rain
Please tell me what’s wrong
Let me help, I’ll be your emotional drain

What is in your brain?
Unwired computer, let me try again
To help you be you; keep you sane  
let’s fix this malfunction
Can I help you remember your name ?
105 · May 2019
Interpret me
Julia Cope May 2019
Words on a page
What do I mean?
Encode the mind
Explore the unseen
Between the lines
Julia Cope Dec 2019
If my mind were made of paper,
you'd scribble all over; put pen down for later.
I'd deal with it; i'd rip and scrunch
I'd try to delete you, with a hole punch
When I return, you fix all the rips
Leave your mark; mend with paper clips
I cross you out in an ink that's darker
You draw yourself again, in permanent marker
I tear and cut in any way able
You have returned; renewed with a staple
Copies and copies of pictures of you
Paper so thin now, I see right through.
You'd scribble all over; put pen down for later
This is if my mind were made of paper.
Someone you can't stop thinking about
88 · Mar 2020
Sometimes
Julia Cope Mar 2020
Sometimes life can feel like you’re on fire hanging over a huge cliff , with only one hand , and it’s raining and cold; every second feels like a year, and another person is just standing at the top, looking down at you and not helping you up. You feel let down and angry, but you manage to pull yourself back up. You didn’t think you could master the strength on your own to do so , but you had to , because the ability to change is the ability to survive.
66 · Mar 2021
What if?
Julia Cope Mar 2021
It drapes our shoulders, heavy on our backs,
So dark and ***** , seeping into the cracks,
Can’t see it , until it’s too late , would you go back ?, change something?, or is it an accepted fate?

Back behind you , crawling over your mind , like that fly you just can’t ****, or that answer you just can’t find. Can’t hear it aloud , but laps round in your head, like a carousel , a fair ground ride , every night when you go to bed.

That door you’d forgotten to close, something bad that you did, a decision you wrongfully chose. The thing you didn’t say, or that person you wish you’d never met, hello it’s me again, you guessed it ...my name is regret.
How it feels to deeply regret

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