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I dread this day every year,
and as I search the card isle
I fail to find a card that fits our story.

You see our story isn't one that I am proud of,
as this day is a reminder of what I don't have.
I see the way that you look at me from across the table,
the way you crinkle your brow.
I know I am not who you want me to be.
My life reflects the grace of God that I want you to see,
feel, know, and cherish.

I'm different.
My heart is soft and tears freely flow,
sometimes frustrating me, too.
Apologise, I won't.
The **** is broke,
and all I am left with are memories that haunt my soul.

Today I receive the pain,
the sadness that you bring to me.
I soak it in and choose to feel it,
to breathe it in, and acknowledge it.
Today I will cry,
but I will also hold on to the fact that I'm adopted,
by a God who satisfies my heart.
Though my father and mother forsake me, the LORD will receive me. -Psalm 27:10
Poisonous sweet
Painful.
Losing sight.
Pitiful.
Rickety bridge.
Careful.
Lovely meadow.
Blissful.
Got sunshine.
Pocketful.
Work hard.
Successful.
Kind person.
Respectful.
Bright light.
Beautiful.
First kiss.
Bashful.
Thank you.
Grateful.
Back stab.
Hurtful.
Good day.
Joyful.
Very ful words.
Sky is comepetely dark
The town is asleep
Almost time for the signing lark
As the sun will soon start to creep

Not much longer til morning rises
This little city will wake
Bringing a day full of surprises
Waiting for dawn to break

But for now the stars shine bright
For everyone who is awake tonight
Waiting for morning to come.
Now, as I look upon this empty room
I am alone, but not quite lonely.
Voices carry on, with no face.
Footsteps with no person.
What I have realized is.
There is no one left.
Everyone's gone.
I'm alone.
Again.
But.
They're here.
The room, full.
Joyous laughs ring.
Yet, I'll still wait here.
It's not terribly strange.
Although not alone, lonely.
Nobody here to help me through.
What a strange feeling lonlieness is.
I  may become completely secluded.
Wondering what may become of me.
Fighting for even a fresh breath.
It's what I always wanted.
Once again, here I am.
All alone at last.
I am happy.
All alone?
Until.
Wait.
No air.
Tiny space.
You're nearly gone.
What is happening?
Merely the side affects.
Don't worry, you'll be fine.
Unless you give them control.
Them you may ask? Don't be silly.
There are voices inside of your head.
Reminding you how pathetic you are.
Always twisting up your insides.
You can try to ignore them.
Your only companions.
They never leave you.
You believe them.
Comforted.
Someone.
Cares.
Enough.
To even talk.
To you anymore.
That is not how it ends.
Oh, well, maybe it could be.
There will always be loneliness.
Not everyone will fight for their soul.
Then, the lonlieness will attack again.
Not quite sure how this happened.
-about the battle of loneliness.
If your mother doesn’t tear us apart
I will

And I’ll do so without realizing it
Until I’ve pushed you far away and out of my reach

I hate hurting you
And I despise that my dislike toward myself is what hurts you most

I want this to be easier
I crave for the two of us to stand in the sun

The warm waves caressing my skin
And your hand in mine

Yet I continue to lurk in the shadows
The darkness is my security blanket

I see you standing with your hand stretched out
Begging me to just grab ahold and leave the secrets behind

But you know that I am afraid
My self-destruction is there when no one else is

You ask me to promise self-preservation
But how can I do so when I’ve failed again and again?

Feet inch closer to me and I shove
With all my might

I won’t let the darkness take you too
For WY
Letting you down is my least favorite thing.
(I'm so scared. Please don't leave when I push you away.)
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