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  6d Kai
Lily
I find it scary to write a poem,
because what if people don’t like it?
Or worse — what if they do,
and it means they’re broken too?

Does it mean they also can’t find
peace and treasure in their mind?
Does it mean they feel the same,
so my pain is not a claim?

The fear, the loss, the pain and everything
If its not mine does it leave me as nothing?
Kai 6d
A writer.
They die young.
last poem for today probably
The stars were not to blame
Nor the ocean between us
Or even that dreadful place
We used to call home

It was only you and me
Always a little too wrong
And maybe just a little
Too late
Kai 6d
The morning after you take your life,
Birds will sing as usual.
Your little brother will run into your room to wake you up,
But you're already gone.
..
Kai 6d
How come we only realize life's value
Once we almost lose it?
it happened after each one of my attempts
Kai 6d
You said the greatest thing i could do is die,
So i wrote you a letter
Saying goodbye.

It looked like a love letter,
And for you it was,
I tried to make your life better,
Getting rid of all of my flaws
By getting rid of myself.

I said i'll go to hell,
But it's okay cuz i made life heaven for you.
However, you started crying,
Saying you regret your words,
And that you didn't want me dying.

It's too late.
Another version of something i wrote some time ago
Kai 6d
I used to burn my poems,
Seeing the words fade into smoke,
Now i bury them in notebooks
My mother will find
After i'm buried.
i kinda like the fact that if i do **** myself my mother will see all of my poems and see exactly where she went wrong
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