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  Apr 2016 Ronney
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If you ever think of giving me false hope
Or never ending lies
I suggest you don't.

My heart is too fragile
Mend of fractures of glasses
I've picked before.

It's too weak
After series
And series
Of hopeful regret.

So if you ever
Think about breaking my heart
I beg you
With all energy
I still had

Please don't.
I can't even think after writing this poem. It's too accurate to me.
Ronney Apr 2016
At the core of every secret

Is the truth*

A truth we are unwilling to divulge

Yet through time we evolved

To learn truth is the best solve
~ for a time the truth may rain havoc but lies will lead to certain death

~ moral of the story - as difficult as it is its best to always tell the truth even if its ugly
Ronney Apr 2016
The smallest of gestures

Can hold the biggest measure

Of ones love

And ones heart
~ i find that the greatest joys in life can be found in the smallest and simplest acts
Ronney Apr 2016
From the moment of impact

I knew things would be different

I try to pretend there was no difference

But in an instant

Everything became distant

Our lives were forever changed

Never to be the same

As the moment of impact claimed

And took you away

Id live to see another day

Forced To go our separate ways

In which you die

In which i live

i might as well have died with you

*Now i live only to miss you
~ there are moments in life where the occurance of an event is enough to change the course in which you were headed and the people headed there with you
Ronney Apr 2016
Depression is not a phase

This is a point i want to raise

Sufferers, do not seek attention

As the stigma likes to mention

Its a mental condition

Just as harmful as an addiction

Listen

And take it serious

*Depression is not a phase
~ my generation have degraded depression from being a mental illness to a way of seeking attention and the seriousness of the condition seems to have been lost an them (myself being part of this group)

Id like to re establish the seriousness that it actaully holds
Ronney Apr 2016
Slowly losing my mind

Fading out of day and time

Brain reduced to filth and grime

Withdrawing from man kind

A Recluse in a questioning state of mind
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