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maybella snow Aug 2013
i woke, with no hope                    
instead: determination
to get through the day,
where i                     almost fell back down
but i didn't,                                        
instead with help      
of a former poet's      
skill of writing            
about mourning        
and moving on          
"forgetting"                  
where i realized        
it's okay, if i try          
to forget your death  
and if i do                  
Remember you          
not to be sad              
it's alright if                
forgetting you            
helps me through      
the day, so i tried      
and i have almost      
made it, five more    
hours till midnight    
then, i have made it  
through one day        
without crying          
because of your loss
sorry love,                                                                    
i'm not forgetting your love                                                                    
i'm forgetting you                                                                              
or trying to                                                                                                                    
to save myself                                          
sorry                                          
i love you                        
but in the end
you're dead
i'm not
not yet
"Remember" Christina Rossetti.
maybella snow Aug 2013
how many people bleed
           from self harm
                    and hate?
how much blood falls
          until people
               know the
                    cause?
how many people
       have to die
     until society
           realizes?
                                                 something horrible has gone wrong
                                                 there shouldn't be people bleeding
                                                 blood shouldn't fall from self harm
                                                 people shouldn't die because of it
                                                 how doesn't the world see that this;
                                                 judging people, who don't care at all
                                                 are effecting everyone, even those
                                                 who might not die, bleed, self harm
                                                 it effects the people who know the
                                                 people who are bleeding their lives
                                                 away, it effects people everywhere
                                                 somewhere something went wrong
                                                 so wrong that the effects are death
                                                 blood, hurt, everywhere, mental
                                                 illness, perfection kills people
                                                 just the idea that there is such thing
                                                 as "perfection" is killing people
                                                 there is no such thing as perfection
                                                 it's not possible, so why, why, why
                                                 are people in pain, dying, dead
                                                 because o
f it? it's not right, no
                                                 it's society, and it's ways, it's
                                                 killer ways
maybella snow Aug 2013
please be nice                                            
i know i cry too easily          
i know i crack at silly things
but everything hurts  
and nothing takes the pain away                      
it crushes me down  
it weighs so much  
its a constant torment        
and it never eases off
it just gains momentum                              
and i fall      
faster
and faster
and faster
down  and                              
d                    
o              
w        
n  
please catch me                                        
and be gentle                            
sorry for asking for this                                                
i'm not usually this fragile                                                
but the pressure
caused by this
ordeal (death)                
is forcing        
my glass cage            
to crack                    
and crumble      
please                                                      
be nice?                                            
i'm hurting                                                                            
please be nice
and hold me        
keep me together
please
keep all the pieces
that crack and fall
away                                                                                              
don't loose the                              
puzzle pieces that                        
create my whole                          
because i'm not usually
this        b R ok E    N                                                  
i ask a favor  
be my glue?  
hold me safe?
..please?..
maybella snow Aug 2013
it broke my heart
that he died
he's gone
my love
is gone
but please                    
i'm trying to cope                  
and that means                  
although people might
dissagree with my methods
but i'm trying really hard
not to think                          
about the emptiness
that was filled by him
it's cold
and i find myself shaking
but please                
let me try and forget
it's not that i don't like people
saying this                                    
if they really are sorry      
about my loss        
it just hurts
more every time
maybella snow Aug 2013
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maybe this symbol means
nothing to you now
but it meant enough
for you to carve it
into your skin
with my initials
without my knowing
maybella snow Aug 2013
tell me it's                    
all going          
to be
         okay
even though
we both                
know it                            
wont be,                
tell me
           lies
maybella snow Aug 2013
i hope i trip on the street,
fall face first into a puddle
and drown
i hope i lean too far out a window
loose my balance while closing it
and fall
maybe i'll die by mistake                    
i'm just so clumsy            
it just might happen
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