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 1h Lyle
Taylor
A boy who shouldn't be alive
Who couldn't be his own person
Learning how to breath without permission
And live without hurting
 1h Lyle
Taylor
To be born
your body made a pact with death
And from that moment all it tries to do is cheat
 1h Lyle
Taylor
This is a story about two boys
The taller one has a gun tucked into his waistband
And thinks the bullets are meant for him
The older one has a record player in his head
He sings along to the same five songs
They know each other
Down to the color of blood
And the sound of bones breaking
But they are strangers
The one with the gun keeps forgetting the words
And the boy with the music Won't let him shoot
"I wasn't always like this. I used to be a charming, carefree girl who loved to joke and laugh. But people changed me, and my emotions suffered. They made me think I didn't have feelings, but now I'm a serious girl, sad on the inside and out, because I struggled to express myself.

However, I've grown and developed a positive attitude. I've learned to laugh for myself, not just to make others happy. I've also set boundaries, realizing that I'm not a football for others to kick around. I've taken control of my life and my emotions, and I'm better off for it."
rage smells like smoldering embers,
rage looks like bloodstained fists,
rage sounds like elevated heartbeats,
rage feels like a tidal wave,
yet rage tastes like charred ashes,
because its twin causes upset,
her name, after all… is regret.
i forgive my past self
for not knowing any better.
i forgive my past self
for staying in spaces
that didn’t feel safe.
i forgive my past self
for not recognizing
the patterns sooner.
i forgive my past self
for tolerating, enduring
pain in the name of love.
i forgive my past self
for putting others first.
i forgive my past self
for holding on tighter
than she should’ve.
i forgive my past self
for seeing potential
where there was none.
i forgive my past self
for caring too much and
ignoring her own needs.
i forgive my past self
for forcing herself
to be someone else
in order to keep
others happy.
 1h Lyle
Kat M
The taste of your touch lingers
On the contours of my body
Ripples of a dream swirl through
My vision's like raindrops entering puddles
Only if they knew how your presence intoxicates me
Looking sober to the spectators in the distances
Never let the honeymoon feelings fade
Only playing the fool for you
Feedback Welcome!
wasnt any reason for me to lie.
the scars and bruises where they lie
why on earth do you doubt
why do you push and shove and shout

selfishly sick is what i be
the trauma fake? oh honestly!
i let it happen
i hurt myself
i do it all
and don't ask for help

i am failing critically
i am sick, selfishly.

i let you laugh
i let you lie
i kiss my "normal" life goodbye.
i let my thoughts
dissipate
let the next person take my place

if i lied for over a year
wouldnt that make the truth everclear?
foggy memories swirling endlessly

we are sick, selfishly

-yjp
a poem about our mother not being able to accept our disorder.
(dx)
 11h Lyle
Bree17
don't hold yourself that way
to keep this pain at bay
for as they always say
"its okay to not be okay"
just remember to hide it away
and make pretend, you'll play
then paint away the gray
hide in a hidden ashtray
just to make it through today
so remember, its okay to not be okay
that's what they always say
so long as it's not actually that way
people always say "its okay to not be okay"
but then people are genuinely not okay and suddenly there's just no support
like what?
 13h Lyle
ZACK GRAM
A poem is not a poem without a writer
Sight is not seeing without vision
Life is not a life without a soul
Heart is not love without faith

No matter your situation
Its not about the worth
But the bone behind it

So remember without sacrifice and struggle

Dreams may never come to fruition
Make smart choices
Consider the outcome
Simply be yourself
Build a positive position

Never look back
Today is here for a new tomorrow
Poetry
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