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  Aug 2015 Nicole Dawn
Aenya Paine Fike
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So,
You've said history repeats itself.
Doesn't that terrify you?
It terrifies me.
  Aug 2015 Nicole Dawn
Aenya Paine Fike
Dear Reader,

Run.
Run as fast as you can.
Run till you feel like you'll fall off the face of the Earth.
But,
By now you should have learned that you'll never escape me.

Yours Truly,
*The Past~
  Aug 2015 Nicole Dawn
20something
I think of you often
in unfinished sentences
and half written lines
because you give me a feeling
I'd almost forgotten
with words I cannot define
  Aug 2015 Nicole Dawn
bc
IT'S ALRIGHT, I UNDERSTAND. WHO WOULD CHOOSE A SIMPLE STAR WHEN THEY COULD OWN THE SUN? WHO WOULD CHOOSE A SINGLE LETTER WHEN YOU COULD OWN A NOVEL? WHO WOULD CHOOSE A GUST OF WIND IF YOU COULD OWN A TORNADO? I GET IT. I GET IT. I GET IT. I WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO EVERYTHING SHE IS.
  Aug 2015 Nicole Dawn
bc
One
I hate myself.
Two
I'm scared to sleep at night because whenever I close my eyes it's as if the ruthless words of hatred and disgust that you throw at me relentlessly replay over and over in my head as if it was a broken record perched on the top of a dusty shelf that isn't within a reachable distance.
Three*
I don't know who I am anymore. I lost her somewhere within this sea of sadness I plunged myself into.
Four
Fat, Ugly, Worthless. Fat, Ugly, Worthless. Fat, Ugly, Worthless.* These are the words that taunt me everyday and latch onto me like a bloodthirsty leech that just found a new piece of flesh to feed off of.
Five
Whenever somebody tells me to be who I am and that they won't judge. I laugh. I laugh because being who I am is just a distant memory. I cant be who I am because I lost when I skipped my first meal. I lost who I was when I learned what it felt like to genuinely hate myself. I lost myself when I learned how to numb myself so that I feel nothing at all. Now here I am in present time, curled up in a ball of my own self pity, crying out all the feelings I wish I had.
Six
Somedays, I wish I could find the me that loves me, but I can't because the horrid words that you uttered to me stabbed her over and over again relentlessly and when you finally walked away, she stood there bleeding out all the love and trust she used to have.
Seven
I hate telling people how I really feel because they take it as a yearning for attention, not a cry for help. I hate telling people how I feel because they would treat me as if I was a problem and not a human.
Eight
I just wish that someone would paint on me as if I were a blank canvas and turn me into something magnificent because I am tired of continuously painting
myself in hopes that my tear-stained cheeks, lifeless eyes, and pain will turn me into the beautiful girl society expects me to be.
Nine
I just wish I was normal.

-b.c.
First poem I published on here, I hope you like it. -b.c.
Nicole Dawn Aug 2015
I am not like him
I am not like her
I am not normal

What I most resemble
Is a coffin
With a smiling face drawn on top

Happy on the outside
Dead on the inside

I am not normal
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