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Avery Jan 2019
Why are there these jokes
Tying twine into nooses
Resting dinner knives on wrists
While the people who do
Rub their pencils against their wrists until they're
Raw and bleeding
Suffer in silence and are erased as a joke
As someone who has self-harmed more times than I'd like to admit, I encourage all those in these troubles to seek some sort of help, however daunting the task may seem.
Avery Jan 2019
Let me fade away into the distance
Like temporary hair dye
Or a cloud after rain
Not into pages of books
Not into family secrets
Into memories covered in cobwebs
Not gilded in gold
Avery Jan 2019
Gee thanks for your thoughts
Your sympathetic pats
Trying to help by saying nothing at all
"Oh you're just worried"
To hell with that.
Avery Dec 2018
Gee thanks for your thoughts
But do you really know
The battles I've fought
The numbers I've lost
All while saying 'I'm Fine'
Ha.
What a lie
Avery Dec 2018
Silence is a lonely dream
Meant for others, but
Never
For
Me
Avery Dec 2018
I want to live
Where the sun never shines
Where the stars litter the endless sky
Serene and never-changing
To live alone
Where my thoughts can never find me
nazu Dec 2018
Why can’t we just be like everybody else?
Life isn’t fair.
Why balloons?
Everybody is born with a balloon.
Some red
Some blue
Some green
Some popped.
But we have none.
We are the unlucky ones
Without balloons.

Why can’t we just take unwanted ballons?
That would be stealing.
Make our own?
Not the same.
But we deserve it,
Don’t we?
Life is unfair
Life is unfair
Life is unfair
Life isn’t fair.
None of it is fair.
All I want is a
balloon.
this is my first time writing a poem... i hope at least somebody takes their time to read it!
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