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Taylor Feb 2019
All I see is blue
Through my eyes
Tears clouding my vision
I miss seeing the sunrise
Do you remember what it looks like ?
I certainly dont
Do you mind describing it to me
So I can know once again
I cant see anything through my eyes
They are clouded with tears and ugly little lies
Society has placed on ME
Without even ASKING
My vision is fading
Along with the sunrise
I know this is true
But I cant see you
I wish I could more than anything else
But here I am
Blind to everything else
This is another poem for mental health awareness I've realized there needs to be more out there for people to realize depression is real anxiety is real suicide is real. I want to be the part of society to help open the eyes so others too can experience the beautiful sunrise
adriana Feb 2019
i spend too much time on my makeup
to let you mess up my mascara.
Audra Feb 2019
Tell me I'm pretty
Yet I still won't believe you

Insist that I'm worth it
And I will still try to hide.

Argue that I don't need to change,
So I try to stop wanting to fit in.

Vow that you love me
But I could never love myself.
To the ones who feel the same: I am see you
Untitledheart Feb 2019
I woke up today.
Wow I'm proud!
Texts "goodmorning, I hope you had a good sleep and have a good day"
I stretch my body to the point where I hope every bone breaks out of place and ligaments do not bounce back
With failure, I step forward, put on my best skirt and shirt, wishwashing my hair around in the mirror until I realize I need to tame my mane
I gather my tools and proceed groggily to plug the straightener into the outlet
Hoping an electric shock may find me spasming on the ground
With failure, I brush my hair, parting ways through the sea where Israel could pass through but Pharoah would perish
I watch as the numbers rise to the temperature I like to bake brownies at
As it reaches the high, I hope for a malfunction which will set me on the bathroom floor, fried as if someone forgot the brownies in the oven
With failure, I begin to make straight my crookedness
I watch as with each pass I burn my hands searching for hiding waves
I slowly run through piece after piece hoping for the cord to strangle and burn me around the neck so I am left for empty
With failure, I look in the mirror and smile, isn't she beautiful!
I wrote this very passive aggressively to myself. It is true, I don't have the best relationship with me. This is actually a very funny poem once you get about halfway through and everything just seems ridiculous.
Chrissy Feb 2019
I have scar patterns that cover me like a duvet
I laugh about them with the moon in the night
the night is when we are both awake
at night my scar patterns are more illuminated
framing every inch of me
so bright that I can't sleep
the moon says they are pretty
she says that I look just like her
she said she has many *** holes too but she still never stops illuminating the dark sky every night
her *** holes are what make her the moon
Chrissy Feb 2019
to those looking on the outside they see a crooked painting
obscured harsh lines , unsymmetrical components , blotched colours that form her skin
  to those this paints an ugly picture of her
but looking from the inside I see art in her diagonal lines and upside down features
ugly to some art to others , never underestimate yourself
mads Feb 2019
i hope i find you one day
the person i can keep around
and write pretty things about
michael Feb 2019
black mountains above the golden sand,
in this dream i'll seek your hand,
indifferent to the laws of time,
i'll walk forever beneath its shine,
seeking the memories that were once mine.

for my heart has a delicate brand,
one that i cannot stand,
so i'll look for the cure in rhyme,
until they play my pretty chimes
in the land of golden clime.
pretty chimes :)
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