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HANI Mar 2021
finally, i cried my heart out
i cried all of my fear,
the fear of being a failure,
the fear of being left by others,
the fear of not having anyone beside me,
the fear of not surviving this battle,
i finally cried after all this time i buried them deep enough.

thank you, myself,
you’re brave enough to cry again,
to let yourself cry
to accept that being weak is sometimes okay

after this, wake up, and focus
college is about to start again in three days
stop thinking about anything that stop you from growing,

and,
please be happy,
and sad sometimes,
that’s life.
i, sometimes, didn’t let myself cry because crying is one of the most things i hate. when i cry, i look weak, i feel weak, i feel stupid. and yes, i never wanted to tell anyone about how i feel since someone decided to throw all of my story back at me again. so i keep them just for myself. and on feb 12th, i told my friends. they’re not the closest ones, but we have something in common. i just feel i can trust them. so while i typed everything i feel, i cried. i feel.... good by crying. and this poem is for me. i dedicated this poem for me, and maybe for everyone who have the same feeling as me. just... cry it out. thank you!
Bailey Mar 2021
Today I had a new sensation
I wanted to cry
And I couldn't
Now I'm left to wonder
Why
aih Feb 2021
The moon glistens and listens

while I release waves of emotions.



Emotions nameless—

But experienced throughout the day

and escape at nighttime.

Consuming cries and restless.



The moon glistens and listens

while memories replay in my mind.



Emotions hopeless—

Surfacing from my heart

and through my soul.

Shutting eyes and breathless.



The moon glistens and listens,

while I gather myself to sleep.
zenfoldor Feb 2021
Our differences make us the same
like blinding ice and gentle rain,
like brussels sprouts & beef chow mein
our differences make us the same.

Our choices fill us with regret.
Which to love and which forget?
Punch the clock, miss the sunset,
our choices fill us with regret.

Our letting gos break our hearts.
Our holding ons prolong our darks.
Our giving ups put out our sparks.
Our letting gos break our hearts,
and we are not alone.
You are not alone.
Victor Bilgin Feb 2021
I whispered to the Beast:
Begone!
Drought stood at the ready —
We swam on sand to flee.
Roaming dogs could smell
Fear, or was it fight
That we had within us
As we fled into the night.

In darkness we sat,
Our numbers light.
Cold, Queen of Ice, with us.

She spoke:
"Should it find you,
Scream my name
And tell it this:
O Beast! O tortured soul!
You are free.
Go as you please
Unto the world
That bore you.
I say it
and it is so."
miki Feb 2021
i cried everyday for you
because
i thought blue
was your favorite color
SquidInk Feb 2021
~
i tried
you didn't
i cried
you didn't
you left
i didn't
~
Cae Feb 2021
are something that I have learned to hide.
Seen as a weakness to my parents, seen as too sensitive.
Grow up, you aren't a baby anymore.
Stop crying, you have everything.

Bottled up inside me I learned to control them.
I learned to ignore them
every time they threatened to burst.
Tears are a luxury we all take for granted.

I've grown to accept this part of me,
grown to accept that tears aren't the enemy.
A part of me will always whisper to myself,
grow up, stop being a baby.

But in the end, we all shed some tears.
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