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Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

R(h)ope

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Erenn

R(h)ope

These lines on my neck
Scars scarred of regrets
Reminding me everyday how i’m blessed
If the rope didn't break by chance
If those 'angels' hadn't come in time
I’ll be in a place where heaven & hell doesn't coexist

I live my life differently now
Every day breathing in spores of hope
Everyday with families & friends pulling me back-
from my melancholy past
Every time i intend to plummet

These strangers that i now called friends(angels)
Saved me from myself
When they saw someone from their pane
With a hope pulling end
They cut through every enmity
Cutting that rope of contempt

As I dropped
Head first kissing the floor
I knew then & there
Why my life is so eminent
Why let love end my existence
Why there are still people who cared
Why leave when there's-
so much more to live for

All these answers gushing in
Making me realize
Just like a rope
You can either use it to end your life
Or you can climb your way to the top

*Choose before you lose to the noose.

There are many form of suicides. And all of them are obtusely deluded.
More or less painful or the quickest way to die.
But hanging yourself by a rope that helped you to pull difficulties in life is just a stupid way to die.
So if u want to die, My best advice is wait.
Wait until you aged.
Wait until you can't remember your sins.
Wait until you cant remember why you wanted to die.
Flaws are meant to happen.
But don't let the intent/influence of suicide fool you.
You can never go back.
I assure you.
You can never ever come back.

#suicide #depression #pain #hope #you #suffering #demise #noose #rope #hang

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

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Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Anna

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She can't move on.
She says she's fine.
But deep inside, everything in her,
Reminded her of him.

She doesn't know if he moved on.
He acts like nothing happened.
He was okay. He was more than okay.
Deep inside she's struggling hard
To know how, why?

When can the two ends meet?
Will there be a moment wherein she can say that:
Nothing changed.
We're still friends. Close friends?

She wished that she could read his mind.
She wished she knew what was happening.
She wished she knew how to love like a man.
So that in the end,
She won't cry

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Still I Smile

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Izzy

Still I Smile

You may cut me with your words
beat me with you books
tell the whole world to hate using only looks
or that I'm bi (no one cares anyway)
beat, bully, tease, and hit
No matter what you do, I'll smile

My smile once held a million tears
but now it shows I've got no fear
I've been broken, I've fallen apart
but I smiled through it all
I may have scars lined upon my arms
But through the tears I smiled

I'll smile when I'm happy
I'll smile when I'm sad
I'll smile till the day I'm dead and six feet under

#smile #strong #bully

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Goodbye

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Izzy

Goodbye

Koleba,

Although you've been through heaven and hell,
Riches and rags
you've been tortured, beaten, blackened and blue
your family, friends and life; all gone

You survived the age,
this time of pain
you are now set free,
forever in peace

Goodbye, my little butterfly

This was my goodbye poem to the poet I was assigned in class during our Holocaust unit; Koleba was a Jewish poet that faced death along with many others during world war II.

#poet #war #holocaust

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Untitled

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Emma Aa

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late nights filled with actual cigarettes
and the wrong kind of soda.
dreaming of becoming who I once was
yet knowing I can never return.
I have lost my innocence
in a way I should not have

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

10.24.14.

Oct 2014 Luisa bernabó

Annie

10.24.14.

I dread today because I know
it might be the last i see you,
or it may not
but i am afraid i will hand you
your things and that,
that will be it
we will say our goodbyes for the last
and leave it at that
and that is just so so, sad.