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Angela Poems Aug 2015
Everyday I fight my loneliness.
Everyday I tell myself I am strong.
I can survive on my own.
I don't need anyone.
I don't need you.
I don't need you, I want you.
I want you next to me.
I want my heart to stop hurting.
I want you to tear down my walls.
Storm my castle.
Take me over.
Debra-Ann Walker May 2015
Maybe Suicide? :
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Maybe it'll be one of those nights when the sadness swallows me whole,
maybe it'll be one of those nights when I take control.
  
Maybe depressing songs will relieve me from the sadness,
maybe taking these pills will help fade me into blackness..

And Maybe life just isn't meant for us all,
maybe it's just time for me to make the call.

Tonight it ends, I slit my wrists and free me from my mind,
maybe this poem will help others not be so blind.
I havent been doing well lately and writing helps me feel better, I usually write journal entries but this time I just kind of felt like writing a poem.. Tell me what you think! (I am in stable condition)  #BringOnTheCriticism


Update: Wow, its sept 2016 and I find this so depressing. So much has changed in my life. I am doing so much better now and reading this actually makes me sick. I'm not sure if I should delete this or not so for now I will leave it up but wow, I just want to say that if you ever feel this way, things truly do get better. I promise.
J-J Johnson Mar 2015
Let me tell you about an adventure of my mind
So calm and simple was she
Tremendously smart and immensely beautiful
I muse almost and always on how the elements were cherry-picked and made into such a wonderful whole
A genius in the embodiment of one of us
An angel in the wrong place but at the right time
Some kind of a mortal immortal
It was a decision to approach her
Now. No, maybe later. Better still never.
She made me for at least a moment have one wish in life
A wish in gold for the price of a bow
Oh Cupid look how you made me seem
So stupid, but yet for serendipity sake.
I brood on her thoughts in my mind more than I do myself
After my muse I am left drained of every modicum of vocabulary
Except one
Amazing.

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