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laura-jessica Jun 2018
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i can't do this.

i'm done fighting.

i'm done crying.

i'm done breathing.

i'm just-




      



    done.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
if there's 7 billion candles and one burns out, will get much darker?
why
should
it
make
a
difference
when my light burns out?
laura-jessica Feb 2018
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         h u m a n   a   p  e r s o n    
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what do you think of this?
laura-jessica Jan 2018
am i still human without my humanity?
laura-jessica Mar 2018
i died a long time ago,
but i'm still here.

my body is here,
but without a soul.
laura-jessica Mar 2018
i do not write to impress,
i write express me.

if you do not like it,
could you please leave.
i hate it when i get told what i'm feeling, what i'm not, or how i should feel. you do not know my feelings unless i write it. people tell me how to write, i love constructive criticism, but do not tell me how to write. yes i am young, but that really shouldn't matter, it truly bothers me when i get told "it wasn't real love." or something along the lines. if you don't like my poetry that is okay, you valid to have your opinion, but i am valid to know my own feelings. thank you.
laura-jessica Mar 2018
i would give all i own,
everything i will own,

to feel pain again,

because i don't feel anything.

I understand pain is horrible
but how can it be more terrible

than this infinite silence that lives inside of me?
laura-jessica Jan 2018
as a child i used to have to bright, succulent, emerald eyes.
behind the lids of my eyes there was an over powering light that never blew out.

now as a just-turned-teen, i have dull, grey, eyes that lost their sparkle.
now, behind my eyes lids is something worse then pandora box's contents.

then there was the light i owned.

it's is dull and black and i wouldn't call a light anymore, it was more of a

bright darkness.
laura-jessica Oct 2018
i just now, fell worse,
just a scrape of a blade

let tears fall to my cheeks
that didn't damp for months

the rain from my eyes
that shouldn't have came today

for the pouring sorrow streaming down my face
pushed me into a dreadful relapse.

for the relapse washed away my months of broken efforts away
with my tears.

my cries of blue
and my arms of red
my efforts are broken
and better left unsaid.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
you popped my bubble gum heart,
with five simple words.

"i don't love you anymore."

now all that remained,
what i've left unsaid,

"but i still love you."
is what i feel for you.

like chewed up gum,
worn-out and colourless,
is how i feel without you.
laura-jessica Feb 2018
you shot in the heart
with four simple words,

"i don't love you"

you tried fix it with a "sorry"

but that was like putting a band-aid over a bullet wound.
laura-jessica May 2018
can you hear my screaming silence
from where you're sitting?

can you hear my bleeding depression that seldom
slips out of my pale moon lips?

can you see my suffocating pain thats written in my eyes? its in fine print, but it is there.


can you see me? i am dying.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
yes i am young,
i am a child,
i have yet to experience the world.

maybe i don't know what love is quite yet.

but i do know what i feel
or felt
for someone i held dearly.

i may be an adolescent, but when i first turned 13

i knew i have experienced love.
not true love, but love,

do not tell me how i feel and how i don't
or how i should or how i shouldn't.

i met someone i loved at a juvenile age.

yes i am young
i am a child,
i have yet to experience the world.

maybe i don't know what love is quite yet.

but i know how i feel.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
depression is like being colourblind.
expect your colourblind to happiness.

you know it exists and you know its there.

and you want to see it.

but you see you see the world in the lens of depression.
laura-jessica Feb 2018
i am i crazy out mind
because of this situation i'm in?

i feel like the walls are closing in on me,
i needed closure but not this type of it.

i can't breathe,
i can't breathe,

i'm drowning in thin clear air,
i'm panicking heavily.

hitched breathe,
shaking hands,
sweating palms,
blurred vision.

i'm screaming
i'm screaming
i'm screaming
i'm screaming.


what is?
have i lost my sanity?
am i going insane?

am i crazy out mind
because of the situation i'm in?
cut
laura-jessica Mar 2018
cut
i am trying to cut myself out of this body.
laura-jessica Apr 2018
binge,
cry,
get angry,
stick my fingers down my throat,
make myself sick until i ***** blood and bile,
repeat.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
when its at the end of your road, where do you hide?
where do you seek?

whats the point if your at a dead end?
its a long painful road.
like walking on hot charcoal without shoes.

whats the point in this?
i don't know the right road.

this is the only pathway i've known.
i think i was 11 when i wrote this! x
laura-jessica Apr 2018
when did my safety,
become victimized by a gun?

what made you want to s
                                             h
                                               o
                                                 o
                                                   t   a gun at our future?
what made you want to h
                                          u
                   ­                      r
                                       t  us?


when did my safety become the 2nd priority?
laura-jessica Jan 2018
i'm lost in an ocean,
sinking in quick sand thats not so quick.

slowly i'm sinking deeper and deeper each day.
and you're just watching from the side lines.
you wont throw me a rope
or help me.

you just silently watch me.

when i finally drown you say you didn't see the signs.

but darling.

you drowned me.
i wrote this a month after i turned 12!!! i was just a baby! i just wanted to share this haha
laura-jessica Apr 2018
feelings often get in the way.
those **** feelings..
laura-jessica Feb 2018
she was like the moon.

a bright light with imperfections
but,
like the moon she had a dark side.
it was darker then black.

it was cold.
no one liked it there so they'd only stay when it was sunny.

she didn't want to be the moon,
the girl wanted to be the sun.

everyone loved the sun, bright, happy and vibrent.

she would give anything to the sun.
but,

she was like the moon.
if you do not speak french, the title says "daughter of the moon"
laura-jessica Mar 2018
coffee at 4,
with basketball boy.

"my treat"
god you're adorable.

his white smile was pure and innocent,
and his tongue did not hold back any lies.

his giggle,
his smile,
his hugs,
his everything,

is amazing.

he is perfectly imperfect.

when he asked he out to the coffee shop,
i caught first date chills.
laura-jessica Jul 2018
when I"m with my friends,
I'm loud and jumping off the walls.

like I'm on high.

but when they leave,
when its done.

there is nothing left.
nothing more than a silence.

nothing more than an after math of a high.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
friends are like hair,


if you don't maintain it,


it splits-
laura-jessica May 2018
sometimes i scare myself so bad,

i want to runaway from my own mind.
laura-jessica Feb 2018
do you hear the happiness?
our hearts fuelled on our smiles.
our ***** converse on our feet all jumping up and down
to the same upbeat music.
do you hear us? we're happy today.
laura-jessica Jul 2019
it seems like you've disappeared, vanished, evaporated from my life. have you forgotten about me?
or do you just not choose to acknowledge my cries for me?
i chose to believe in you, everyday, but it seems like you do not believe in me.

have you given up or me?
am i a lost cause?
perhaps this is why you haven't been answering my prayers.

God, are you listening to me? i need you.
hello?
its me, are you still there.
laura-jessica Jun 2018
i had a boy,
my boy.

he promised to love me,
but put a strain on my heart.

he didn't love me like he promised to me.

his lies are disgusting,
i even think his truths are fake.

it was bad enough you cheated,
but to lie to my face was even worse.

i had a little bitxh as a boyfriend.
laura-jessica Apr 2018
i'm happier.

the world the brighter,

the roses smell nicer,

the music sounds better.

i'm happier
hmm the reason is a secret, but it makes me happier.
laura-jessica Feb 2018
happy valentines day,

to all the amazing poets x
laura-jessica May 2018
loving you feels so good,

but hurts so bad.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
my illness is something that is apart of me.
it is solely not me.

it is not the only thing i focus on.

whenever i tell someone i suffer from a mental illness, they have more questions then i can count. also including some accusations and negative comments.

but if i tell them about me, they reply with a "cool" or a "nice." and don't seem interested at all.

everyone seems more interested in MY mental illness, not ME.

i am not my illness.

i don't say "hi, i'm depression"

no.

i do say "hi, i'm laura"

yes i have an illness, it is a part of me.

but not me
laura-jessica Mar 2018
how adults deal with their problems?

do they cry in their beds so their children wont hear?
do they drink away their problems every night?

do you pay for alcohol with your maxed out credit card?
do you work and work until your mind wanders to stress instead of sadness?

do you drink tea in your bathtub with the temperature just under boil?
do you put on a fake smile everyday?

do you ignore your problems or do you run away from them?




how do i handle my mind in 10 years when i'm an adult?
laura-jessica Jan 2018
i do not write poetry.
i do not write poetry, my soul touches the blank paper and blurts out some truth.

i am not a poet, i do not write poetry.
i am not a poet. my heart spills the ink onto the page and lets me take credit. i do not write poetry, my soul touches the blank paper and blurts out some truth.

i am not original, i am not a poet, i do not write poetry.
i am not original. i copy a poem that my mind already wrote and then i plagiarize it. i am not a poet. my heart spills the ink onto the page and lets me take credit. i do not write poetry, my soul touches the blank paper and blurts out some truth.

i am not original, i am not a poet, i do not write poetry.
laura-jessica Feb 2018
i loved him so much,
that i let him crush

my heart

over and
over and
over again.

until there was only nothing left.

but what do you have he even
crushes your

nothing?
laura-jessica Feb 2018
we don't have to be insane to be insanely in

L
O
V
E
laura-jessica Jan 2018
"you know smoking kills?"
"drugs do bad things to you"
"alcohol makes you crazy"



sounds like love to me.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
hugs and kisses up until now.

a whole new world has peeled before my eyes.

flirty actions and make-out sessions has been forced upon us

alcohol and boys make a great party.

drama and girls happens everyday.

teenage life, what a blast.

R.I.P to my blissful youth.
no meaning behind this. just thought it was true.
laura-jessica Dec 2018
don't tell me you love me.

don't tell me you loved me if you broke me.

don't tell me you love me if you manipulated me.

don't tell me you love me if you wanted her body.

don't tell me you love me if you left me.

don't tell me you love me,

because you're lying.
laura-jessica Mar 2018
boys like girls

girls like boys

boys like boys

girls like girls
laura-jessica Jul 2018
there is a difference between

living

and

just

breathing.
laura-jessica Jun 2018
you don't love me

you just love being between my thighs.
hey, i'm back
laura-jessica Jan 2018
it has been a year.
but on those nights where i can’t sleep,

at 1am, i remember the times we laughed and loved, lusted and joked.

at 2am, you still stroll around my thoughts, having me think of what could have been.
what hasn’t been.
what would have been.

at 3am, i have an instant replay of the time you shot my heart with a gun called “words” and tried to repair it with a bandaid named “sorry” .

at 4am, i wish to be asleep before i restart my cycle and listen to my heart shatter into a million again.
written for my dear friend.
laura-jessica Jan 2018
never ending love
never ending lov
never ending lo
never ending l
never ending
never endin
never endi
never end
never en
never e
never
neve
nev
ne
n
no
not
noth
nothi
nothin
nothing
nothing l
nothing la
nothing las
nothing last
nothing lasts
nothing lasts f
nothing lasts fo
nothing lasts for
nothing lasts fore
nothing lasts forev
nothing lasts foreve
nothing lasts forever.
hi! this is my interruption of love. if you have a different idea i respect that! please respect mine **
laura-jessica Dec 2018
highschool

drug deals and parties,

drunk texting and ***,

condoms and bathroom make-outs,

diets and binges.


highschool
-
laura-jessica Dec 2018
No,

I don't want your filthy hands caressing my curves.

Please remove your hands from my chest, you're hurting me.

I am begging you, don't take away the only innocence I have left.

No, I don't want you on top of me, you're crushing my fraile body.

Stop it.


Get off of me.


No.


Please.



Shouldn't these pleas be enough for you to stop?
-
laura-jessica May 2018
my brain is working overtime

until it eventually

breaks
laura-jessica Feb 2018
when you're already dead inside,
there is nothing left to live for.
laura-jessica Feb 2018
confusion is my main thought.

why did you do this to me?
why me?

my stomach keeps twisting and turning at the
thought of what you do.

you are disgusting.

i want to scream and cry,
but i just remember you.

calling me beautiful and such.

you are sick.

why me?
why me?
why me?


why would you, how could you?

i haven't met you,
i haven't spoken a word to you,

and yet you leave me here numb.

feeling left without pureness,
left feeling unholy.


am i an object?

am i an object you can objectify?
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