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It's okay to lose the people you love
The people who were close to you
The ones that were there for you
One of your friends
Or even someone you cared deeply about
But the loss of the memories won't go away
The memories would stay there no matter what
They would think this and think back how happy they were with you
And how much they had fun hanging out with you
Think about this and remember the good times
For every one of your tragedies
I will write happy endings

For every one of your bad days
I will help make good ones

For every one of your break downs
I will be there to pick you up

For every skipped meal
I will treat you to comfort

For every forgotten memory
I will make new ones with you

For every forgotten line
A daisy for the courage to try

For every tear shed
A smile shared

For every scar
A star

You are gold
And I, yellow.
Love you big dawg, thanks for everything.
i think about you all the time
you always manage to cross my mind
in the dark
at school
with my mom
with bee
i see you everywhere
i am always reminded
you did not love me
you didnt really get to know me
and i know you will never see this
i know you wouldnt care
you thinking of me every now and then
is not reward
but entirely painful.
about multiple people
Arthur May 12
Would you ever text me first?
How I'm doing and I'm feeling?
It was only me when you needed,
But the other time it's just repeated

So, that counts as a yes?
That you didn't wanted to text me back?
I could just ignore the fact,
That you were out with your other friends,
When I asked you to help my back,
I knew, kinda viewed but still I waited to see that's not true

And the message that I'm writing now,
With my tears not stopping flowing down,
" Hey, how are you? How your studies?"
The basic sentence to start my presence,
And then I see the "seen" sign of eternal silence...
Idk lol
Arthur May 12
I wasn't lonely at all, I too had friends before,
We would play, laugh, and have fun,
Get wet in summer from watergun,
And be sick for days calling each other one,
But time past and we said "goodbye",
Despite that "bye" wasn't fine,
I'd be sick for years not for days,
As I couldn't make friends any more,
Even though I made two or three,
They didn't seem to be fond of me,
They would go to parks and walk,
Gaming place where they would play,
Theatres where they could see the play,
Not asking me if could come along,
And thus, I now can open the door,
That I've been not alone before...
sincerelyww May 12
Do you ever get jealous of your friends?
Do you ever feel self conscious?
Do you like sincerelyW.W’s writing?
What do you think of the music artist xxxtentacion?
Do you think I try too hard?
Do you look at yourself and ask what is wrong with me?
Do you ever want to feel the knife in your stomach?
Have you ever starved yourself?
Cried yourself to sleep?
Hurt yourself?

Oh…?!
What!
…No…

I'm just… asking for a friend.
<3
Gabbro May 12
“I need you close to me” said the porcupine
“I need space, I miss rabbit and fox” pled the squirrel
“Once I feel better you can leave”

“I’m lonely”
“Move closer, I’ll ease your isolation”
“Ok” Sting. Recoil.

“Why do you distance yourself from me?”
“Im sorry, it hurts”
“This is why you're in pain, you turn away from me”

“I just need a moment”
“Not until we're close”
“I’m bleeding, I need rabbits soft fur”

“Rabbit doesn't love you the way I do”
“Im anxious, I need fox’s kind words”
“Come near me, I will help you heal”

“Im worried about your spines”
“My spines? You think I have spines?”
“Don't you see them?”

“I don't know why you would say that to me,
I try so hard to be here for you”
“You're right, Im sorry”
Poem I wrote when I was much younger
izzmidnight May 12
Is it all too much when I ask for nothing?
Just for you to say 'hi' in the halls,
And ask if I'm okay when I'm crying in the corner,
But it's all too much for you.

Is it all too much when I say a word?
Just one single word about myself,
And even when the words are ones you should care about,
It's all too much for you.

Is it all too much when I hang around?
Just to be there and not be lonely-stricken like I am,
And have someone to keep me accountable,
But it's all too much for you

Because even when I'm sad, and down,
Even when I stay up late for your wallows,
Even when I need to rant because then I'll scream,
And I listen to all of your creations without a second thought.
Even when I'm just there; silent, invisible,
You'll still push me out.

I know that I'm weird, a mess—different,
But so are you, and that's what makes us fit.
But now you glare at me from down the hall,
So I'm sorry this can't mend,
But that's alright with you, isn't it?
I really appreciate comments and feedback! :)
alex May 12
Once upon a time we played pretend
Once upon a time, the game had to end
Once upon a time, I lost a friend.
Once upon a time, I reached my end.

Carefree was I, and carefree was she
In a world of our own we were free.
Safe and sound in our beautiful little dollhouse
Before it crept upon us, silent as a louse.

It came suddenly and took everything we had
The windows of our house grew cracked
The glass became cloudy, we could no longer discern what exactly we were.

Our house was empty
and so were we.
Darkness took over her and me -
Perhaps something they could foresee
But of course they never told me.

Now I have no shoes; my feet are bare.
I am bare.
I stand paper-thin, about to tear.
The cold wind stings, and the rain mats my hair.
The sun burns my skin— but I cannot care.
Vicky Donald May 11
There are friends,

And then there are soulmates born of chance-

Stitched together not by blood,

But by something deeper;

A knowing, a trust,

The kind that shows up

When the world forgets you.



You were there

When my sky cracked wide open,

When the weight of everything

Was too much to hold.

You didn’t run,

You reached-

With open arms,

With quiet strength,

With love that asked for nothing in return.



I remember the day

Your first son drew breath,

And how joy spilled like sunlight

Through every corner of that room

I remember the way

You gave and gave,

Never asking who would fill your cup.

You just loved.



Now, 306 miles stretch between us -  

A line across a map,

But never across my heart.

I miss your laugh,

The way your daughters shine with your fire,

The softness your sons carry

Because they were held by you.



You are

The sweetest kind of brave,

The softest kind of strong.

I love you more than words can hold-

But here they are anyway,

Spilling out in poems,

Trying to be enough

For everything you are.
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