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I'm finnally happy I have been sad for so long It took a long time to get Where I am I don't think it will last very long But it is just a good start I have been sad For so long I just did not know how real happiness felt And know I know it is real
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
finally happy
Has this become my life? Writing poems that few people take their time to read Looking at the walls, windows, and shadows hoping to see light Waiting to have a social life again Has this become my life? Waiting anxiously for a friend to call or text Knowing that I can only count them with one hand One hand because there are restrictions set upon my life Has this become my life? Talking to thyself in the middle of the living room Listening to music and thinking of what could have been Looking at thyself in the mirror and controling the tears Painting my face with no ocation just because I'm bored Has this become my life? Overthinking each past situation Realizing every mistake with agony Looking at the sky and screaming why Has this become my life? Whispering to myself that it's all gonna be okay Meanwhile listening to others enjoying the outside Trying to be better in a bubble Being judged by every single present mistake or action Has this become my life? Being the center of attention at home Driving to doctors here and there, there and here Getting labs done every once in a while Has this become my life? My entire future lying in the hands of others Proffessionals determining which pills I should pop Parents restricting my social life Listening to every opinion of what I should do with my life Has this become my life? Bursting into tears in my mothers arms Accepting only professionals and mom to unburden me Denying help from others because the anger exceeds the forgivenes Has this become my life? YES.
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
Has this become my life?
Has this become my life? Writing poems that few people take their time to read Looking at the walls, windows, and shadows hoping to see light Waiting to have a social life again Has this become my life? Waiting anxiously for a friend to call or text Knowing that I can only count them with one hand One hand because there are restrictions set upon my life Has this become my life? Talking to thyself in the middle of the living room Listening to music and thinking of what could have been Looking at thyself in the mirror and controling the tears Painting my face with no ocation just because I'm bored Has this become my life? Overthinking each past situation Realizing every mistake with agony Looking at the sky and screaming why Has this become my life? Whispering to myself that it's all gonna be okay Meanwhile listening to others enjoying the outside Trying to be better in a bubble Being judged by every single present mistake or action Has this become my life? Being the center of attention at home Driving to doctors here and there, there and here Getting labs done every once in a while Has this become my life? My entire future lying in the hands of others Proffessionals determining which pills I should pop Parents restricting my social life Listening to every opinion of what I should do with my life Has this become my life? Bursting into tears in my mothers arms Accepting only professionals and mom to unburden me Denying help from others because the anger exceeds the forgivenes Has this become my life? YES.
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My poems are better when I'm hurting I can connect more with people and bond through the pain My poems are better when I'm hurting Everything is seen through tears and lust My poems are bad when I'm happy I see everything in a positive way I find no critics to say My poems are bad when I'm happy Usually writers connect through life experiences (the bad ones mostly) My poems are bad when I'm happy No one likes to read a perky girl's poem My poems are excell when I'm fading I see the moon and start talking about it You see the loneliness drives me to this My poems excell when I'm fading I talk about lust and people suddenly recall old memories
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Hurting
Of all the things I truly must be a sad but perky Poet defines me primarily. I'm happy, I'm sad, don't know which way is up. I walk through darkness, with a light-filled cup.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
What I Am