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Underneath my smile and work effort, I am lost. I am broken. I am restricted. I am soft spoken, Unheard When I try to express my feelings about something I love or hate I am ridiculed I am yelled at I do everything I can to please others, but I get no appreciation and love in return I feel I am a worthless person I feel I am stupid and uncool I am used, then thrown away Activists, artists, actors, singers, poets, slaves, soldiers are not recognized until they're dead That's why we have history books To tell the story of others, who had no voice Even those who tried to speak up and were silenced I wondered if I died, would anyone notice? My mother would miss me, but that is all. No one can possibly love me as unconditionally as my mother. Other than having her in my life      I am alone. I think about ending my life everyday. I am not a violent person, but I want to end the pain. Then I think about my father, who died by suicide I was so angry with him when he did it, but now I truly get it I truly know how it feels for your chest to hurt,      for your pillow to be wet with tears from sleepless nights, where all you did was cry      and to have no motivation, no drive      There is no end goal Nothing to look forward to I wish he knew how much I love him and how much I miss him I wish he knew that I understand his pain He is the past tense and I am today Living, but not thriving Dreading the nights When I'm in the darkness and alone I usually can't sleep, but when I do,      I am truly at peace When morning comes The sun shines through the window I am relived I go about my day, my routine Every night I feel a grave sadness The cycle repeats  I am Love Light I go through life unacknowledged, unrecognized I am the flickering candle                  about to burn out,              about to **** the flame, about to die
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
The Struggle Within
Underneath my smile and work effort, I am lost. I am broken. I am restricted. I am soft spoken, Unheard When I try to express my feelings about something I love or hate I am ridiculed I am yelled at I do everything I can to please others, but I get no appreciation and love in return I feel I am a worthless person I feel I am stupid and uncool I am used, then thrown away Activists, artists, actors, singers, poets, slaves, soldiers are not recognized until they're dead That's why we have history books To tell the story of others, who had no voice Even those who tried to speak up and were silenced I wondered if I died, would anyone notice? My mother would miss me, but that is all. No one can possibly love me as unconditionally as my mother. Other than having her in my life      I am alone. I think about ending my life everyday. I am not a violent person, but I want to end the pain. Then I think about my father, who died by suicide I was so angry with him when he did it, but now I truly get it I truly know how it feels for your chest to hurt,      for your pillow to be wet with tears from sleepless nights, where all you did was cry      and to have no motivation, no drive      There is no end goal Nothing to look forward to I wish he knew how much I love him and how much I miss him I wish he knew that I understand his pain He is the past tense and I am today Living, but not thriving Dreading the nights When I'm in the darkness and alone I usually can't sleep, but when I do,      I am truly at peace When morning comes The sun shines through the window I am relived I go about my day, my routine Every night I feel a grave sadness The cycle repeats  I am Love Light I go through life unacknowledged, unrecognized I am the flickering candle                  about to burn out,              about to **** the flame, about to die
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Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
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