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Amidst my pain, I'm a machine A vessel for everyone's endless whine A call the mother makes, her voice so clear Monique's illness, her own despair She pours it all our without a care My agony cast aside like usual As I'd my suffering is but a ride I'm a dispenser of sympathy A shoulder to cry on endlessly But where can I find my own release In this one-sided exchange, I find no peace Her words flow freely like a rivers tide But mine are pushed aside I'm but a vessel, a tool to be used My own needs and feelings utterly refused Oh mother, why are you so selfish to not hear my scream The pain in my voice, that I carry deep inside I'm not a machine, I'm flesh and bone With feelings that you seem to disown So here I am, a HUMAN VENDING MACHINE Dispensing empathy
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 6:28 AM UTC
Human Vending Machine
There is a fire inside you Like that of a rising sun. You’re the promise of a new dawn Like the purple and the orange of the setting sun. You’re the sound of the Ocean That can still be heard inside a shell after a million days. You’re the poem and the rhythm in it And finer when they words don’t rhyme. You are stronger than your past, Stronger than your doubts And even stronger than your fears. You are more than what they tell you And much more than you thought you could ever be. You my dear, are beautiful and complete Because the fire inside you is, YOU.
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Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 6:30 AM UTC
The Fire Inside You
dearest reader, it is okay not to be okay
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Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 12:59 AM UTC
okay.
You have red, blue, and white pills on your hand Drink it up and make it stop All the pains in your heart. But, you are better than that. Better than the people who called your body. Better than the people who called you ugly. Cause you are wanted. You have knife on your hand, Ready to cut your wrists Bleed out all those aches and worries. But, you are better than that. Better than your problems. Better than your miseries. Cause you are important. You have rope on your hand, Lace it around your neck Drown your mind, drown your demons. But, you are better than that. Better than your ugly thoughts. Better than the voices in your head. Cause you are not alone. And you did the best for staying alive.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 10:31 AM UTC
Better than that