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You think that you are happy by yourself
Until you make wonderful friends
Then you can't stand to be alone again
But to make those friends
Is the tricky part
And it can be a lot more than tricky
So best of luck
I believe you will figure it out in the end
Message me if you please ❤️❤️
I'll truly be happy to talk with you
The worst thing in the world
Is the days where you feel like nothing matters
The days where no matter what
You can't enjoy what you usually do
The days where you feel nothing
And everything
All at once
Like styrofoam covered in gray and blue
The days where the sun is out
But you feel the rain drops hitting your sleeve.
The days where you scrape and stab at your skin just to feel something.
To feel anything.
Or nothing.
...
Welcome to living hell! Also known as my life 😊
Where can I go
Anywhere but here
Anywhere but here would be safer
Anywhere but here would be better
Where will I go
Somewhere i can meet new people
Somewhere i can hide
Somewhere i can have new experiences
With you by my side
Somewhere...
Anywhere...
Would be better than here.
:(
Open your eyes
You're not safe
Get out from the open
Hide in a cave

Lock your doors
Hide with me
In the closet
Where no one can see
Life feels like a carousel
Spinning and spinning
I want to fall off
Too much happening
Nausea sprouting
Anxiety rising
More future scars appearing
Spinning
Spinning
Spinning
All alone
An unfinished poem
An unfinished song
A nonexistent place
Where everyone feels like they belong

An imaginary escape
Fake people with open arms
A mere dream of a place
With no hurt or harm

The real world with endless pain
The true world with tears and grief
The actual world
Where I'm not allowed to be me.
Come one, come all
Come see this display
He once stood tall
Come now, don't delay.

Show and tell,
A sight to see,
hopelessness etched into my skin
I realize I'll never win
Ha. Silly me.

Sleeve fell down
Everyone saw
I want to run away
And break the law

He goes through pain!
Everyone see!
Ha. Silly me.
Morning of election results
Mourning of election results
A dream of freedom lost on the air.
A hope for a president who will actually care.

Danger is coming
Hi, sorry this isn't exactly a poem. I'm sorry that I've been dumping all of my ****** poetry and emotions on you, but poetry is my outlet for emotions. With trump winning the elections, I've been left stressed, sad and downright scared. Sorry.
I wonder if you even know
How much you affected me
I wonder if you even know
How hard you made life for me
I wonder of you know
Why I get panic attacks
I wonder if you know
That I get panic attacks
I wonder if you know
Why I hurt myself
I wonder if you know...
That the cuts you made fun of me for...
Were your fault...
Sorry this gets a little intense. This is about my experience with bullies and heartless jerks.
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