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Danni Apr 2015
Saturday, March 14, 2015 an angel was sent to heaven
and oh god was the next day horrible.
Getting that phone call at 6 in the morning from my dad saying you're gone.
I was at my friend's house and i woke her up from my crying.
God, i wish we were closer and i would've known.
I went to church that day, that Sunday morning i figured out.
and i thought about you. Later, i went to my aunts, your mom's.
Everyone was there.
I held your mom so tightly and just cried.
I didn't know my cousin had an addiction. You were only 18.
Why did you have to go so young?
Drugs are such a horrible thing, but i know you're happy now with your dad.
I'm so sorry, Brittani.
I love you so much, i know you're much better now though. I just wish you were still here.
You'll always be my angel.
Kayla Apr 2015
Most college students will find any reason they can to drink
And I used to think it was completely stupid
Until the day you left
Now I too will find any reason to drink
Or any reason to get high
Because I’m looking for anything to take off the edge
Anything you get you off my mind
teenageoverdose Apr 2015
I let the blood run
  2 am..
It's 2 am.
I should be asleep but instead I found a thin piece of metal
A blade
A beautiful blade
I think how does it feel
So I sink the edge in my skin like teeth & it stings
Oh it stings yet I feel
I feel it ripping my flesh
Releasing the blood within
A rush
What a rush
So I need
I need it again and again
How deeply will my skin indulge the metals end
Sitting in a tub I freeze
Blood fills past my knees
I start the water
I watch the color swirl
I need more
Just one more
But this time it was just an inch too deep
The sting rings pulling my body to sink
Head submerged I forget to breathe
Then what's next no one will believe
The vein sliced more like severed I was reaching for heaven
But a horrid cry asking why.
All I could say as the water drained "I did it for the pain mama I did it for the blade.."
Sometimes the only escape you ache for is the freedom of death.
Sarah Pitman Mar 2015
I carry the grief of you
between my shoulder blades.
Like stones in a heavy backpack.
I feel like I've just jumped into a river.
if it's your fault why am I still so sorry?
Creep Mar 2015
Swallow those tears.
Turn your face away.
Blame the allergies.
Smile.
Show some teeth.
Laugh.
Put away all the insecurities.
The thoughts the demons whisper in my ears.
The terrible heartache that claws at your chest when you think of him.
The urge to yell and scream,
To burst into tears and punch a wall.
To be mean to everyone.
To prove that you're a *****.
Just stop.
Smile.
You are fine.

Pretend.

Fake it till you make it, right?
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no one cares anyways.
don't burden anyone.
don't let them come close and see the mess that you are.
you're gonna hurt them anyways.
...
Don't talk to me.
Sorry I lied.
This will be my last poem for a long time.
I'm sorry, I'm a liar.
I was taught since a very young age never to let people see who you are. Never let them see your cards. Hold your truths close to you and never let them see. Ever.

Thanks for 110.

Fight for you
By pia mia
Jicho Piramidi Mar 2015
The mirror stares back at me
It stares, it sees
It wants a hug, to speak with me
But not even it worries
I gave my final smile to my reflection
It didn't smile back
I said goodbye to my reflection
It didn't say goodbye back
I raised the gun to my head
The reflection didn't tell me to put it back
I saw my love with my reflection
No, no
At this point, there is no going back
*And for thee, I will kiss the sky
Kayden T Widmer Mar 2015
We've been together so long.
Ive never been the type to wear makeup or a dress
so why are you so surprized when I tell you I'm a man?
I have not changed who I am
Just...what I am.

You are trying so hard to understand,
To except the things going on.
All that plus your daily life
I understand this is hard.

You've always liked my *******
My wide female hips.
I'm so so sorry,
But I cannot pretend anymore.
Just written on the spot. Sorry if it *****.
XxamnesiaXx Mar 2015
our fights are stupid,
i realize now,
life gets on everyone's nerves
especially the ones you touch,
and i'm sorry
you ever hurt me(and that i ever hurt you)
so forgive my foolishness
and go burn.
this is for my boyfriend and our foolishness
Joshua Poetry Mar 2015
The hardest pill to swallow is knowing
that I did it to myself.
I can try to say that over stated/ cliche line:

"In the end, it was probably
for the best."

but the truth is, that it doesn't help.

My mind cannot help but wander and drift to the thoughts of you.
Your skin illuminated by moonlight.
The way you would hold me close and say goodnight.
The way we laughed and talked about the future.
About how much you were my pride.

I use to find so much peace by the oceanside,
but for the first time in my life I found that same peace
standing right next to me.
You make me feel alive.
My mom said that you were the best for me
because you brought life back to my eyes.

I always hated the city,
but seeing the joy it brought you made me want
to spend every moment I could with you.
The way you would grab my hand and lead me to
all of those special moments that you wanted to share,
and if I could, in a moment I would be right back there.

I took you for granted.

There are no apologies that I could ever pen
to help you to understand how much
I would go back and do everything over again.
I just wish that I could make you see that
you are the only oceanside I need.

If my heart is an anchor, then your heart is the sea;
for my heart longs to be weighed down to yours
for this life and all of
eternity.
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