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Lucy Mohr Jun 2018
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry i wasn't active.
I'm sorry for all the wrong i did.
I'm sorry for not being there for some people.
I'm sorry that I put myself before my fans, my poetry, and my friends.

I'm sorry
Lucy Mohr May 2018
You walk through life, thinking, wondering.
you always look down, afraid of spoiling the end.
you never look up to see anything, but your feet shuffling along.
nothing can shake the feeling you get when you look p to see another human.
you feel ach, and nervous, and sad all at the same time.
you cant help it, it wont go away



it never left
Lucy Mohr May 2018
Ever know what ripping your cage apart feels like?
The blood flowing onto the page,
The crimson ink turning into words you never knew?

Sure the pain is terrible,
but in the end,
you help someone,
you get famous,
you find love,
you get it all.

The pain goes away, eventually.
the scar heals slow.
the words last forever
Lucy Mohr May 2018
Nie wiem, jak się lepiej czuć
kiedy wszystko co mam ochotę to gówno

(Translation)
Title: Feel Better
Poem: I don't know how to feel better
if all i want is ****
This poem is written in Polish, the language of most of my ancestors. I don't speak it, i was just trying to be creative
What happens when the good girl goes bad
like the spoiled milk she left out?
Because I couldn't seem to get up.
I think it was something about acknowledging that I'm alive, I'm here.
Wouldn't it all be easier if I wasn't?

When the good girl goes bad
because she worked her *** off on that paper and only got a C.

When the good girl goes bad
because the world doesn't treat her right,
but I guess it must because that's
how come I'm the good girl.
Not my depressed sister sitting in her room;
not my other sister running around, destroying everything I had to work for;
most definitely
not my other sister who always seemed to be your favorite but is now smashing plates in our backyard,
'cause I guess that's what happens if you get too close to you.

When the good girl goes bad,
you get angry because
I'm supposed to be your perfect child
not supposed to be
your ***** up child
your lonely child
your lazy child
your anxious child
not supposed to be
your good for nothing child
your dysfunctional child
your doesn't give a **** about anything anymore child.
why don't I ******* give a **** about anything anymore?

When the good girl goes bad
your life falls apart,
because clearly
you had enough to deal with already,
because clearly
this is all my fault,
because clearly
you don't have the time to face your good girl
and
because clearly
that's all on me.

When the good girl goes bad
because you left her out on the counter all those years, sitting there to rot.
And though I know that you can't waste your time putting it away, 'cause you never cared for it anyway,
maybe you shouldn't have bought the milk if you didn't want to drink it.
And I know the milk should take care of itself
but I tried and that only works for a couple of years
before the good girl gone bad falls far off the counter, spills across the floor,
and the only thing left is to throw that nasty old milk away
because your bread, eggs, oil, etc. need your attention
and it's just too late for the good girl.

When the good girl goes bad
because she never asked to be the good girl
or maybe I did, I don't really remember,
but not like this.
I just wanted to be loved
but little did I know that
the good girl just sits there
keeping herself afloat,
but the boat can't guide itself if it wasn't given eyes.
The boat can't patch itself if you keep telling it its still brand new
when its really old, broken, and covered in holes.
You shouldn't put a boat in the water if you know its going to sink,
but I guess you only really need a couple good boats
so you can just toss the good girl.

When mama's little good girl goes bad,
she feels guilty
because she was told she'd always be
the good girl.
Though, its hard being the good girl when you don't have any windshield wipers for your tears at night.
But the tears at night aren't supposed to exist
because
I'm still mama's mother ******' good girl,
just...
please pretend I haven't gone bad.
I added to what was originally posted. I was having some technical issues and decided to just post what I had before, but this is the full poem (5/16/18)
  May 2018 Lucy Mohr
a mcvicar
melodies unfold
je chante mais je n'ai pas une voix
she'll still sing along
13.5.18
Lucy Mohr May 2018
I used to be alone.
I used to watch people.
I wanted someone.
But I hated people.

Then I met you.
I had been alone for so long.
I knew you too.
Everyone said it was wrong.

I've become addicted.
You are the drug I can't live without.
I'm addicted.
You are the thing I can't lend out.
To: you guessed it, Spencer
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