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Pencil to paper I planned you
Stealing blueprints from the sunset streaked sky
Pencil to paper I drew each part of you
Not taking the chance that one mistake may slip by

Brush to palette each colour was made
Adding depth of character with every new shade
Stroke after stroke your beauty taking form
Bringing life to every plan that was drawn

The finishing touches are all that's left
And in the details is where your finest extravagance is kept
Your laugh, your curves, and your heart, are things I like best
Not to mention my highest regard for all of the rest

My dear child, O how you're not right
In thinking you are anything but a delight
Your features are exactly what I designed
When I had this masterpiece in mind

I see your unhappiness looking in the mirror
But about your worth I can't make it any clearer
That no matter the number when on the scales you step
Every inch of you has been beautifully kept

I made you, designed you, loved on you
So why not let Me decide the worth you are due
Fall into me
On me, in me
Fall around me

Fall, fall, fall I
Promise I have
You in my arms

All you need is
To trust in me
Trust I have you

I do! I always
Have had your back
I always will

So time to fall
Back and close your
Eyes and let me
Do you trust me?
  Jun 30 Jasmine Patrick
rebecca
do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you
Is this depression?
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