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try to breathe in.
try to breathe out.
his hands are on my sternum.
my mind blacks out the image.
i’m wringing my hands together.
no...i’m pulling my hair.
his breath is on my neck —my ear.
i’m pressing my palms into my eyes.
i’m not sure oxygen is making it to my lungs.
he’s making animalistic sounds.
he’s thrown my body into shock.
it’s like watching in slow motion.
—wait. no.
it’s another girl.
and another.
and another.
it’s me.
it’s her.
god, i hope it’s not you.
Once there was a kid scared of the sun exploding,
He'd get distracted by butterflies and dandelions.
Foolish child didn't realize what was foreboding.

Once there was a boy with a smile the never stopped,
One who wasn't scared of any tigers or lions.
Such naive child eventually had be topped.

Once there was that child filled with life and joy,
With dreams so high skyscrapers seemed so small.
Not even knowing that his life was a ploy.

Now that boy is sadly filled with defeat and doubt,
Riddled with scars and bruises from every maul.
Yet still he keeps telling himself happiness may sprout.
I miss that boy, that piece of me
Can you be patient with me?
I’m still under construction.
I’m still trying to project what I
Feel better.
I’m still trying to figure me out.
I’m still trying to understand.
I’m still trying to love you a little better.
And I’m still trying to get use to you.
Forgive me but I’m not you I don’t know how to
Love in ways that you do. I’m still trying to love myself and love you.
I’m still trying to be the best me possible for you..for us.
—I’m still trying
RisingUp May 19
My internal pain is invisible,
my anguish cannot be seen.
I go through each day
making my way
but with little knowledge of where I've been.

Working, volunteering, trying,
to spark a bit of joy
but I still feel blue,
what am I to do?
My smile is a ploy.

I'm screaming on the inside
Hoping someone will notice and care.
For now, I feel like a burden
wallowing in my despair.

I'm tired of pretending to be normal
Of the appearance that I've made
Of seemingly being high functioning
When in truth I'm continuing to fade

I'm sorry I can't be happy,
I'm sorry I'm always this way,
hoping someone perhaps reaches out,
tells me it'll be okay

I've learned so much, alas,
Nothing seems to work.
"You're fine Laura, keep going"
Until my brain truly goes berserk
I’m fed up
Of wanting love and it’s touch
Of pleading with wrongs and lust
And of speaking truth, only to be abused.
I am fed up
But time drags heavy on my life
And moments come shorter than natural
And sometimes prayers becomes like a drug
Applying only to what society allows
But I find myself still hanging around those wattles
Still reaping hope from my troubles
And even though I know my downfalls
There’s still respect to never ignore its wonders
But !
I am fed up
Of this entertainment I somehow manage to sum up.
GreenWitch May 17
You stole my Heart
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I tried to take it back
Fumbling for the pieces
Smoothing the cracks
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
You stole my Heart
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
I let it go
The beating grew still
But it began to glow
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
You stole my Heart
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
And helped it to heal
After all my fighting
I've found something real
Kymberley May 16
Maybe someday I will find a way to heal,
Maybe someday I will admit that they're real.

I thought the darkness would last forever,
But maybe I can fight it if we're together.
Claudia Tapia May 16
I've grown into the type of person that says "I will go on with or without you."
Into a person that loses people left and right, but knows that as long as I have myself everything will be alright.
So, why is it I still check everyday for your response?
Jace Joesph May 16
When happy endings aren't in surplus
Because some people will lose I suppose
I'll start to question my purpose
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