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Gabriel Girault Jul 2020
Have you ever sat back and watched your whole world fall apart?
You spent hours,
Days,
Months,
Years,
putting it all together piece by piece,
brick by brick,
just to be helpless when it all comes down.
Watching it all crumble after all the hope and aspirations you built up for.
After seeing your future and carefully constructing exactly what you needed, just to see it disappear into the darkness you always feared.

You ever love someone with your whole heart and realized it wasn’t enough?
To live,
Love,
  Laugh,
so hard your worries become something of a distant nightmare.
You remember your depression as a figment of your imagination.
You loved so hard that they became your world.
Have you ever realized that you did all that you could do,
but it still ended unfortunately,
and all you want to do is reverse time and get them back?
But reversing time doesn’t erase your memories.
All the pain is still there.
Your world and love still left you.
Your feelings are valid
Your differences are unique

It's okay to feel assured when others don't
It's okay to step back when others sprint

Your feelings are valid
Even if it goes to extreme
It is still valid
not sure if it's a poem but just crumbs of my thoughts

archived May 2020
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2020
When you're not here

Is missing you half the fun

Or half the pain?

Either way

My love is with you

Whether I am there or not
Gabriel Girault Jul 2020
My Demons and I used to be best friends, we used to spend all day together in bed and chat about our future together. It was filled with everything I’ve ever wanted and all the things I was scared of.
At one point I couldn’t tell if it were my Dreams of the future or his. Everything seemed to turn sour, although I was waiting for things to turn sweet they never did.

My Demons and I were best friends, but I can’t live someone else’s Dreams, so now I have to build my own future.
-df Jul 2020
let me rest my head upon your shoulder while you run your fingers through my hair.
then whisper to me how i can get through this.
tell me i can fight it one more time.
tell me.
for i fear this time i won’t win.
please play with my hair.
William de klerk Jul 2020
Isn't it ironic that
Silence screams so loud
we drown out the sound
and pray the voices pipe down
" they don't sound like me anymore
  they won't go away and each day
  a demented voice pulls me under
  and now I wonder...
which way is up?"

Isn't it ironic how
playing cards can cut
like a razor blade
and red dice rolling
become an evil eye that winks.
Does that cloth
on a tricky table
feel as soft
as the lining on a nearby coffin?

Isn't it ironic
when love's soft touch
devolves into lust
and broken hearts
disintegrate into rust,
when a silent embrace
becomes an empty bed
but that void only deepens
when we cheapen
our body and soul
to feel whole
for a mere moment.

Isn't it ironic
we want a world
so far from reality
we blur the one we have
as we snort, smoke and swallow
our problems away
only for them to return
on a much darker day.

A hundred vices
**** a thousand men
and in solidarity we stand.
Let one brave soul say
I have been bitten by these...
and more
so many more!
Let me lean on you brother
Let me comfort you sister
Let us stumble forward together!
Vices break so many, but grow in the dark as they take and take and don't ever give back. We stew in our sickness and stand alone instead of reaching out.
-df Aug 2020
i stand with arms wide open, ready to welcome you home.

and there you are
running, running, running,

to the one that has no arms for you.
may you have the greatest love. even though that doesn't include me.
-df Jul 2020
when i said, “leave me breathless”
i didn’t mean for you to unplug my oxygen.
yup.
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