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Stephanie White Jul 2015
You say stroll down memory lane,
I say revisiting the house of horrors.
To you, a simple memory.
To me, my worst nightmare.

It doesn't matter what time of day it is,
I'm still scared out of my mind.
It is currently 2:47 A.M and all I can think of is your smile.
Your straight and partially stained teeth have tainted my mind.

The way your appearance has changed over the years baffles me.
You used to be handsome, strong, and so caring.
Now, you've grown too thin along with your hair.
You went from bad to worse with the substance that took everything from you.

I hear you laugh from the good times we had.
I hear you scream from the bad times we had.
They both echo endlessly through my mind.
Is it bad that I can't tell which one I try to avoid more?

I miss the good times between us.
I used to cherish hearing you say you loved me.
Only because it was such a rare thing.
I can't remember what it sounds like coming from your throat.

What is a child supposed to do without a father?
You were my everything, but it seems I was not yours.
For you, your everything is the thing that'll end you.
I tried to save you but it seems you didn't want to be saved.

I fear that one day I'll forget the thinness of your hair and frame,
Too late for the feeling of your arms during an embrace.
Was it too much for you to hug me.

The eyes that I feared so much are now burned into the back of my mind.
How the whites of your eyes became more yellow each day.
How the once brown eyes are now an ugly greenish blue.
How the skin around them has sunken in.

Was I not enough?
What did I do wrong?
Was I not the daughter you wanted?
What did I do to make you treat me like that?

You act as if I hate you but that's not true.
In fact, it's the opposite, I love you.
I love you more than anything.
That's why I left, I gave up everything for you in hopes you would get better.

I guess it wasn't enough.
Nothing ever was.
Not even my scars.
I'll always love you, but I can't promise that I'll ever call you my dad again.
This one is obviously for my father. I'm running out of options on how to get over this ****.
Stephanie White Jun 2015
Like Death, Life has stages.
Like Death, Life has a beginning and an end.
Like Death, Life can lie.
Like Death, Life can be cruel.
Like Death, Life has one rule.
It all ends at some point.
We don't know when that point will be but you need to live in th
Yes I did purposefully end it like that.
Stephanie White Jun 2015
The rain that falls from my eyes is not a true rain.
The rain is not used to water gardens.
The rain is not used to quench the thirst of others.
The rain is simply a rain of relief.
A relief of release, no longer needing to hold back anymore.
I feel the rain fall down my cheeks.
I watch the rain fall on my scars.
Then more rain begins to fall as new ones are created.
This rain is not a storm nor is it a drizzle.
This rain is just simply there.
The rain that has rained a thousand times.
The rain is so much more than what can truly be described.
I cherish this rain for it does not come often.
The rain doesn't always come when called with a blade.
The rain sometimes just likes to come and visit.
So I allow it.
The rain will always be my friend.
i don't know what I was thinking. I had an idea but I think I ****** it up. :(
Stephanie White Jun 2015
I will no longer let you control me.
I will no longer listen to you.
I will no longer believe what you say to me.
I will no longer do what you want me to.
I will no longer pretend to be happy when you're around.
I will no longer accept that I can't get away from you.
I will no longer carve a smile into myself just so I can be happy.
I will no longer hide away from everyone just to be with you.
I will no longer believe a blade is my only salvation.
I will no longer think death is the only way.
I will no longer call you my only friend.
So, I'm sorry depression but this is goodbye. So long dear friend, it wasn't fun, but I have a life and I intend on living it.
Goodbye, thank you for showing me what isn't worth doing in life.
But most of all, thank you for the experience.
With love, Stephanie Bracey.
Stephanie White May 2015
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why?
......
.....
.....
Why not?
Stop asking why and start asking why not.
Battling myself not to break something.
Insides twisted from head to toe.
Desperate for the anger not to show.
Taking all my will.
Flooding out the gates.
Almost nothing left and still.
Turmoil rising within.
What do I do?
When all I want is to give in.
When ****** isn't enough.
Genocide couldn't keep up.
Anger the deepest black couldnt colour.
If only all my personalities would materialize.
Standing by to ease the pain and shoulder.
The things I cannot.
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Stephanie White May 2015
We remember the days that brought us pain.
We remember the days that brought us pleasure.
We remember the days that brought us happiness.
We remember the days that brought us sadness.
We remember the days that brought us hate.
We remember the days that brought us love.
I remember the day the scars began.
I remember the day the pain didn't stop.
I remember the day where the pleasure seemed to disappear.
I remember the day where happiness seemed impossible.
I remember the day that sadness was my only friend.
I remember the day when hate was all I knew.
I remember the day... I fell in love.
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