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 May 2021 James Cook
Sequoia
Knock me down but I don’t fall,
So close to the ground feeling 7 feet tall.
The pain is never ending,
My energies never mending,
But I must be numb.
I am numb
I am numb all around,
Can’t talk with no tongue,
The company of misery just isn’t fun.
Every time I try to run,
The path gets longer.
Steeper.
My wounds become deeper.
the longer I take.
The decisions I make
They start to frustrate,
Struggling to reverse my emotions of hate.
When will I break?
Straining to figure out how to fulfill my fate.
When can I get a break?
I lay. I wait.
They will never relate
Can’t understand my distinct patterns and traits.
It’s ok, all I need is one,
To combine our vibrations & ride off into the sun.
January 29,2019 @3:18 pm
 Jan 2018 James Cook
Sequoia
Her soul,
captivated by darkness.
It lies at the end of a dark road,
leading to nothing.
Her mind is trapped in a steel cage with no lock.
She's helpless.
Her screams are echoes
flowing with the wind.
She is unheard.
Her body is paralyzed
with the feeling of heavy chains around her limbs.
She is trapped,
consumed by a lingering darkness.
written on Dec. 18.17 @ 12:20 PM
 Jan 2018 James Cook
Sequoia
My words fill her mind, giving her divergent thoughts.
She now often dreams about
doing what she loves for the rest of her life,
as appose to the latest trends or gossip.
I've unlocked doors in her mind she has never tried to open.
Her perception of society changes.
She yearns for happiness instead of approval.
She is her own being.
On a journey to accomplishing her goal of being successful.
written on Dec.30.17 @ 9:08 AM
 Dec 2017 James Cook
a
12.21.17
 Dec 2017 James Cook
a
the blood
it starts to trickle
but i don't care
not anymore
in fact
i ache for it
i ache for the pain
i ache for that little bit of feeling
it is no longer self harm
 Dec 2017 James Cook
Sequoia
She sits in her bedroom with nothing but her thoughts.
Her mind is made up about her time here on Earth.
Nothing can fill the empty void where what used to be her heart.
As time pasts,she began to believe that
the heart isn't even where the emotions are stored.
Maybe just us as humans,
we've convinced ourselves that everything revolves around them.
We have.
When the cold metal touches her neck
she doesn't think twice.
No more living in sorrow upon this Earth.
Everything that lives, dies.
written on Dec.14.17 @ 6:41 AM
 Dec 2017 James Cook
Xandria
Oh society
Corrupt and disturbed you are
Where did it go wrong
 Dec 2017 James Cook
Lost Soul
Lost
 Dec 2017 James Cook
Lost Soul
I'm crying for help but silence is what they see
Smiling but the wounds are too deep
Do you see the pain?
Everyone's shoulder... but where's his?
They say he's such a nice kid
Give him an Oscar he earned it
He's putting on a grade A performance
Playing the role but never playing himself
It's a cold world when you're in it by yourself

— The End —