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lovelywildflower Apr 2019
the distance is a weight on my shoulders i'm proud to carry
it takes great strength to survive like this
to be apart from the one you love
but still stay by their side

Tatiana Mar 2019
Show me...
There are so many thing about you that people don't see
They try to show you their issues
Compared to what some people go through, their "issue" isn't really an issue at all

You want to scream, shout, rant, rave
Anything you can do to make them listen

They don't care
You try to be open
To be honest
...They Shrug it off

I guess what you have to say isn't that important to them

That's it
That's the breaking point
You let it all out

Show me!
Show me how this isn't so bad
Show me a time when you wanted to slit your wrists and make your suffering end

Show me!

Show me a time when you were stripped away from your family
Show me a time when you were placed in the foster system at, not even, two years old

Show me!

Show me a time when you felt unloved......unwanted
Show me a time when you found out two of your closest friends are suicidal
Show me the scars on your wrist from each time you tried something

You can't!
You don't have any

Show me a time when you were ripped apart
Unable to figure out who you really are
Show me a time when your parents tried to kick you out at 16
Show me a time when you felt so lost all you could see was the darkness

Show me!
**** it!
Show me already!

Show me a time when you woke up crying from a nightmare
Where one of the people you love the most was the person who caused your death

Show me a time when you would just sit in your room, alone, and cry until you felt sick
Show me a time when your closest friend stabbed you in the back...multiple times

Show me!
I'm begging you
Show me!

But you can't
You haven't experienced it

Show me you know what this type of pain feels like
Show me you know how it feels to cry yourself to sleep for weeks on end
Show me a time when you almost lost who you were
Show me a time when you almost gave up everything you believed in

You can't
You don't know what I'm talking about

Beneath the surface of my harsh exterior, there is a girl
And she is struggling

She is fighting a war the only way she knows how
She is breaking apart
Trying so hard to put herself back together...only to be broken again

See how she feels through her eyes
See things the way she does

For her
It's dark
Gray
Lonely
Desolate
Hopeless

That's how she feels
She struggles to find a silver lining

But if you don't look past the surface, you will never know

You will never know she's breaking
You will never know she's falling apart
You will never know the battles she fights daily

You won't know unless you look beneath the surface
When you finally do, let me know what you find
Most of what is talked about in the poem has happened in my lifetime, as well as to some of my friends.

"Don't judge my story by the chapter you walked in on."-Unknown
Empire Mar 2019
I fought my fear
And it taught me
How to be
Brave
The battle was long, but it has been won
Empire Mar 2019
I was weak
I was so afraid
I let it break me
It tore me
Into a million pieces
But here I am
Trying to put them back
And realizing
That they’re not the same
As they were before it all
I’ve changed
My weakness
My brokenness
Taught me
Molded me
Into something
Better
Braver
Stronger
Luna Maria Mar 2019
it's so brave of you
to love my fragile heart

and I wonder
how long it will take before it breaks

into

p  i  e  c  e  s
-L.M.
Jade Welch Mar 2019
How could your
brave eyes
have seen such
petrifying images?
Tanya Mar 2019

  
              rooting from nature’s beating heart
              through mud and soil it raises
              a tree, bathing in rain and sunshine,
              listening to thunderstorms at night
              ...
.
                have you ever noticed
                just how brave trees are ?
Mark C Mar 2019
when fear comes
i make space for it.
i allow my fear to live and breathe and sometimes i give it a slice of pizza.
i feel its' grips and its' tugs
but i turn a blind eye;
because i have learned
that when i don't fight my fear
it does not fight back.

in fact,
i invite fear with me
wherever i go
from ordering off a menu to public displays of affection with my lover
i give it a first class ticket, a front row seat
i tell my fear,
“please, sit back,
enjoy the show
- but you are forbidden
under any circumstances
to take control.”

Mark Boschi
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