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Three years a mother
                       Look at you so tall!

Three years a juggler
                        Be careful don't fall!

A mother, a lover, a nurse, a friend
                        Go on now baby let's hear you count to ten!

A sometimes yes to the invite
                           Poor baby has the flu!

An often last minute cancelation
                           The sitter has something else to do!

I feel so tired, exhausted, and lonely
                           Wake up little baby let's get dressed for the day!

Not welcome in spaces where once I was praised
                            Come on goofy girl we've got a busy day!

But I can be a mother and love you just the same
                            Good job my baby you said your own name!
A woman, a lover, a nurse, a friend
Im all these things at once,
So why did adding mother complicate it for you in the end?
I wish I could draw, I dont want to write

Three shades of blue, a couple purple hues

Splattered over ink pen outlines

A figure sat low, knees dug into the ground

Lines overlapping, the details are smudged

What's she begging for you'd wonder,
And who is she begging above?

Tears would streak the page, but it'd just add to the scene

A figure unmoving, an illustration I'd love

But no I can't draw her

So I write her alive, but it's not the same

I can write her feelings, but I'd like to draw her pain

If you can't verbally listen maybe I could visually explain
Writing from anger, reading with pain
Tearing up paper just to rewrite again,
A torturous cycle that goes on all night
When every word that you know always starts a fight
Elizabeth Apr 16
"a box a ******* box'
Yesterday,
I shook,
I shook while my mind flooded with vivid flashes of that,
sliver,
soft,
shiny,
crisp blade

No,
THOSE
silver,
soft,
shiny,
crisp,
BLADES.

a box,
a ******* box.
Mivel Mar 28
Season dies to welcome the anew
And I witness
How this door begins to rust, collecting dust
Still, I traverse

The sun smiled at me that day
Too bright, it Bestow me some solace
But the door are too grotesque
Too conspicuous, they frightened me

Is it time to unveil what lies within?
To fall into the abyss of inner turmoil
That I've locked into the deepness of my *****
But the moment I transcribed them into words,
It became the truth.

Be honest. Be honest.
Kalliope Mar 14
First I made tea, it's just what I need
And I drank it real slow, felt it's warmth soothe my throat,
I went back to bed, no messages to be read
For a moment I just lay there

So I washed my hair, perfect time for self care,
A full everything shower, took barely over an hour,
For a moment I just stared at the mirror

Well I turned on my console, pretend I'm in a different role,
I played the Sims, fulfilled her every whim
For a moment I just watched the game go

It's time for dinner, I'm wishing I was thinner,
I decide not to eat, not very hungry since we don't speak,
And for the rest of the night I'll lay here
Lonely isn't a stranger
And I was comfy with her once
But when someone fills your days, hours, minutes?
Being alone is excruciatingly silent
Annie Feb 28
In 10 years from now
You’ll hear about my death

You’ll stand still for a while
Remembering how it felt

To be around me
To witness my vulnerability

You’ll remember it all
How I wanted to die young

My words will echo in your ears
The tears in my eyes

But it would be too late
To call my name and hear back

I’ld already be six feet underneath
But my body will still remember how it feels

10 years from now,
You’ll hear about my death

When you would have moved on
Settled in with someone

But you would never find me
Never find me ever again
Tyr Johns Feb 24
Weight on my chest,
each breath a struggle.
My head pounds,
distracting me
from the ache in my heart.

How did I get here?
This isn’t real. This isn’t fair.

Sharp right, sharp left-
East? West?
A slow curve in the road-
which path is best?

Is peace found at the end of the struggle,
or through the struggle itself?
Should I fight loud,
or be still,
let God prowl?

There’s confidence in dominance,
but strength in surrender.
Is the high road the way,
or must I wade through the ditches,

Decisions.
Koda Mueller Jan 18
Our relationship is always a closed and locked up door
No matter how hard I try, our relationship stays like it's always been before
No matter what I do, no matter how easy or rough
For some ******* reason, it never seems to be enough

I try my hardest to make him proud
Yet he never seems to listen despite me screaming so loud
I wish he'd look my way and want to see me
I want things to be normal, a happy family

What must I do to get his love
Must I call for a miracle sent from above?
I already lost a mother and now I'm losing a father
All I ever wanted was to be treated like a daughter
Been struggling with some things lately, mainly my heaping pile of daddy issues. Haven't been the best lately so I decided to word ***** my thoughts down
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