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Megan H May 2016
I've lost that sense of feeling-
Of home.
Was told it was never a place,
But the people.
But something inside me brings me back
To the place that brought me pain and suffering
And it's almost funny
Because under all that pain,
I know I was happy for part of it.
I must leave this place behind for me to move on
It has almost become foreign to me
But I still feel the war when I stay inside
Darkness vs. Light
At least I knew then who I was fighting

Without a home,
What or who am I fighting now?
This is just a venting poem, not one of my bests. But of course, isn't that what poetry is all about? Writing down what you feel?
Megan H May 2016
I'm not going to let this happen.
You will not ruin this day for me.

There are people out there that actually care,
And I don't care if you aren't one of them.
Not anymore.

I wish...
That I could find happiness
That someone will see me for who I am
That you will see what you've lost.
You've lost me.
Happy 19th birthday to me! I've decided I'm no longer going to let anyone bring me down!
Megan H May 2016
6 months
It said.
A trial run.
If you don't like it,
You can send it back.

I guess our love was kind of like that.
I guess you wanted something else.
Megan H Apr 2016
I heard it today.
Quite shocking,
I must say.
It wasn't forced,
It wasn't fake.
I heard myself laugh
A genuine laugh.
Welcome back.
For those of you struggling with depression, take it from me: things do get better.
Megan H Apr 2016
It only takes a split second
We are not invincible
Fate decides
The turns we take
The bad moments to look at our phones
Fate decides
Whether we see tomorrow's sunrise.
See our family one last time.

A young life taken
A mother is shaken
My eyes have opened
It could have been me
It could have been any of us.
But 18 years young
Lost to the world
Because
Fate decides.
I just got word that a guy I've known since preschool passed away today in a car accident. Prayers to his family. He was only 18 years old with an entire life ahead of him.
Megan H Apr 2016
The calendar hasn't changed it's page
In 5 years.
It's hanging on the wall upstairs
Stuck on February 2011
It's too sad to turn the page
Because you were always the one to do it,
Until the day you died
In February 2011.
True Story.
Megan H Apr 2016
I am lost,
In this desolate place in time and space
Slowly floating into nonexistence
A life of not doing
But being.
Who knew space was like a maze?
The dead ends replaced with black holes
That **** you up into their worlds.
A world of darkness,
With tiny dashes of light.
***** of gas burning me alive.
A world of suffering,
But a world of beauty.
I don't believe I mind the pain.
Glancing at Earth from billions of light years away
A tiny ant.
We are nothing.
Our lives are only a minuscule fraction of this universe,
So along I go,
I couldn't find my place in my world,
So I floated through space
To find my place in the universe,
But this maze has overcome me
I don't think humans were made
To experience life in the sky.
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