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 Nov 2018 krm
hj
Bless Her
 Nov 2018 krm
hj
Bless her
Standing at the window
Wondering whether she should collect it
Or let it flow

Bless her
Bless her soul
Holding the pills
That wouldn't have been made if they knew who they'd ****

Bless her
Bless her soul
Questioning
if she'd ever feel whole
Hiding the pain inside
Tangle and untangle
Wind and unwind

Bless a girl
The world has torn
Bless her soul
That grew so tired
Bless her story
That lay untold
After her pieces
Fell to the floor
Bless her
And rest her soul
Bless her
Bless her soul
....
 Nov 2018 krm
Makayla
Passing
 Nov 2018 krm
Makayla
I wanted to know if you'd want a letter
If I were to leave
But I told myself it wouldn't matter;
They wouldn't care

So I stared at your name
And thought about how you'll go to school
But I won't be there

How I won't just be home, sick
I'll be found dead by my mother when she goes to wake up my siblings but asks her boyfriend to open the bathroom door instead
For the door is locked, my shoes and bag are near the front door still, and there's no response

I thought about how you'd find out about my death
If the school would be told and they'd announce it
Maybe you'd stumble upon a newspaper and see my obituary
Or maybe a part of you would just know

I reminded myself of people I love
How I'm scared of what happens after I die
And the thoughts of what hell could be like
I tried to tell myself God would understand
But nobody would care about me;
I deserve to suffer like the ******* I am

I ask myself what my final words should be
But I can't think of anything original and deep to say
So all I can say is I apologize for what I've done
And I hope you forgive me, let go, and move on to have a happy life
Feel free to share revision ideas :)
 Nov 2018 krm
emma jane
Help Me.
 Nov 2018 krm
emma jane
There are still parts of me that don't
c
r
u
m
b
l
e
when my demons call my name.
Being ok is just a game.
How far can excuses go
until you pick up the stones you throw
How many lies will roll off your tongue
Before you stop playing with a loaded gun
How many tears until your fine
Darling where are you drawing the line
How many years until you're old
What memories are you making to hold
How many cars do you have to chase
Before you can draw the smile back on your face.
How many lonely nights
until you give up this fight.
How many scars until you realize
your not weak for closing your eyes.
Needing a break, needing help when life gets overwhelming is not weakness. I've been struggling with that. Comment any suggestions for this poem or anything that you are afraid to ask for help for.
 Nov 2018 krm
ryn
the comforting warmth of the morning sun,
like I had known it from the days of yesteryears.
the familiar scent of dew-kissed grass,
a fresh aroma that brought forth the tide of gratitude laden tears.

I had foreseen the day to be just as before...
I had planned to play out my morning as I had rehearsed.
but your message had foiled all that I thought I knew...
it brought about the smile that eternity had kept pursed.

your words were laced with the flowers of spring...
they set at ease the unapparent apprehension I've always kept.
they spoke of compliments meant only for the worthiest quills,
I've read them in disbelief as I think not of myself, an adept...

truly you are one that's generous and so very kind.
for your words flew off the page and had struck home;
bearing the stoutest of hope and most selfless of wishes.
they had provided direction in these vague circles that I roam.

so now allow me to thank you dear poetess...
for drawing the sunrise clear into my view.
I shall revel and bask in its delightful rays...
because your words had painted today in the brightest hue...
For Pamela Rae.
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