#youreokay - Hello Poetry

Alone Sometimes peaceful Sometimes loud Sometimes sad Sometimes good Lonely is different Lonely is bad And scary Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe, Loneliness suffocates

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 2:04 PM UTC

sydney803

Alone or Lonely

Alone Sometimes peaceful Sometimes loud Sometimes sad Sometimes good Lonely is different Lonely is bad And scary Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breathe, Loneliness suffocates

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Life is stressful But it’s okay I’m getting by Some days are rough But it’s okay I still see the light People come and go But it’s okay I have people that love me I’m tired a lot But it’s okay I’ll get my rest one day

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Oct 22, 2018

Oct 22, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC

halle925

But it’s okay

Life is stressful But it’s okay I’m getting by Some days are rough But it’s okay I still see the light People come and go But it’s okay I have people that love me I’m tired a lot But it’s okay I’ll get my rest one day

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I used to tear open my skin to release the pain inside The addictive, luring touch of tools used to split open wrists It was the only thing that felt right to do in times of despair Loneliness and despondency clung to me like gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe The only thing I could ever focus on was dragging a sharp object across my thin arms _That was me_ Two years back on one April night I found a new shiny object Tore it across my skin to numb a pain I can't quite remember now Of course I did not realize that new objects have sharper touches I went too deep... I panicked like I was being pushed off a building, a fight to stay alive Isn't it crazy how you think you want to die and the moment the possibility of death is in front of you, you battle to live? I ran halfway up the stairs and stopped, too afraid to admit what I had done to myself to someone that would help So I took matters into my own hands Cleaned and treated the wound like I was a surgeon Bandaged and kept that part of me free from any harm The fact that it probably needed stitches scared me I've never cried harder that memorable night _I will never forgive myself_ Two years later down the road I love myself and I feel like a ray of sunshine all the time Light radiates from me whenever I can do it I've never been so on the positive side of things And I did, I did forgive myself Two years later and the scar has still not faded to a white line I hated it. I hated looking at it continuously day after day I was ashamed I tried to love that part of me but I couldn't _It was so hard_ And in between getting better and holding on to the past I experienced heartbreak for the first time I swore he was the one And he broke me into pieces like I was nothing I hated everything Why didn't anyone want me or love me? No one showed up to save me _So I started to love myself instead_ Today, September 20, 2018, I realized my worth Today I looked down at the reminder of hard times Today it has almost completely faded Sometimes you don't even realize the moment you heal _But you do_ _I promise you that you will heal_

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC

lovelywildflower

The Moment You Heal

I used to tear open my skin to release the pain inside The addictive, luring touch of tools used to split open wrists It was the only thing that felt right to do in times of despair Loneliness and despondency clung to me like gum stuck to the bottom of a shoe The only thing I could ever focus on was dragging a sharp object across my thin arms _That was me_ Two years back on one April night I found a new shiny object Tore it across my skin to numb a pain I can't quite remember now Of course I did not realize that new objects have sharper touches I went too deep... I panicked like I was being pushed off a building, a fight to stay alive Isn't it crazy how you think you want to die and the moment the possibility of death is in front of you, you battle to live? I ran halfway up the stairs and stopped, too afraid to admit what I had done to myself to someone that would help So I took matters into my own hands Cleaned and treated the wound like I was a surgeon Bandaged and kept that part of me free from any harm The fact that it probably needed stitches scared me I've never cried harder that memorable night _I will never forgive myself_ Two years later down the road I love myself and I feel like a ray of sunshine all the time Light radiates from me whenever I can do it I've never been so on the positive side of things And I did, I did forgive myself Two years later and the scar has still not faded to a white line I hated it. I hated looking at it continuously day after day I was ashamed I tried to love that part of me but I couldn't _It was so hard_ And in between getting better and holding on to the past I experienced heartbreak for the first time I swore he was the one And he broke me into pieces like I was nothing I hated everything Why didn't anyone want me or love me? No one showed up to save me _So I started to love myself instead_ Today, September 20, 2018, I realized my worth Today I looked down at the reminder of hard times Today it has almost completely faded Sometimes you don't even realize the moment you heal _But you do_ _I promise you that you will heal_

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your body is your home decorate it as you wish to fit you and who you are i know there is things on your home you dont want me to see you wear long sleeves in summer and wear long shorts at the beach but each time your jumper slips or your skirt flips up and your marks are for all to see just remember that despite every effort that you make to hide your home to hurt your home and to make your home not the prettiest i will think of it as a mansion i think of you as a burning star in the darkest of nights i see every scar and each time i do i whisper i love you and to please stay stay, stay.

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Jan 11, 2015

Jan 11, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC

rhianna-thorn

scarred hips

your body is your home decorate it as you wish to fit you and who you are i know there is things on your home you dont want me to see you wear long sleeves in summer and wear long shorts at the beach but each time your jumper slips or your skirt flips up and your marks are for all to see just remember that despite every effort that you make to hide your home to hurt your home and to make your home not the prettiest i will think of it as a mansion i think of you as a burning star in the darkest of nights i see every scar and each time i do i whisper i love you and to please stay stay, stay.

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