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Oct 2015
I’ve got the blade in my mouth
the blood is dripping down
the pain I feel makes me feel alive
But the memories begin to come back
I realize im so lost
will I ever be found?
How selfish can I be?
poor me poor me

Is what i have not enough
what more do I need
I have a family and I am fed
but yet my wrist are decorated with red
the blood drips and I smile
the emotional pain fades
the physical pain settles in
poor me poor me

Reality is drowned out
I fall into the dark void
My eyes are closed and I see nothing
There is nothing anymore
The world doesn't exist
I don’t exist
nobody does
poor me poor me

I lose myself
I forget everyone else
I'm not a child but I'm not an adult
I'm just me
Maybe i will disappear
I'm forgotten and now i am cursed
Nobody is answering my tear less cries
Poor me poor me

I fall down and don't get up
I watch others and don't care
I think about me
I worry about me
Its only me me me
My world is composed of only “me”
Nobody else exists
Poor me poor me

But then I found him
Then i found her
Then i found others and it wasn't just me
It was us
It is no longer I, but we
We suffer no more
Because it is we
Poor me until we

I watch you suffer
I watch you cry
I understand that it was just you
Now it is you and I
The pain is so real
But now it is we
It is we and no longer me
It is we not me

It is we against the world
We will survive
You and me
Its time to cross the finish line
We will live it out to the end
Now its not just me
It is more than me

Then you left
It was me
Just me
I'm lost now and can't be found
I thought it was we but it is just me
I will never know we
Poor me Poor me

I am now drowning
The time stops
I drink my world away
Life is now so fuzzy
I fall and stumble
I don't want to pick myself up
Poor me Poor me

I look in the mirror and see just me
It's just me
No we just me
The blade reached my neck
I picture the world with no me
The darkness takes over
There is no more me
This poem is meant to display how our perception of the world changes as life progresses and we go through the twists on turns that are a part of being alive :)
Ciara Ronchamps
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Ciara Ronchamps  Texas
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