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SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
The way you glow through my blinds in the morning
Makes me feel like you missed me.
Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed
Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes.

Are you asking me to come out and play?
Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day?
I look above. The sky is blue.
It's a secret, but I trust you too.

If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever.
But i'm not mad.

I want breakfast.
this is a poem from the computer game Doki Doki Literature Club! if any of you out there has some kind of computer i recommend you play this game. If you do, plz tell me what you think of it!!! If you already did, tell me what you thought!!!
SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
I have a deep hole
Inside of my heart
Where your love should be.
I need you to feel
So this wound can heal.
This emptiness is killing me.
SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
When i'm sad
I don't want someone to tell me
About how "It gets better"
And that I need to "Move on"
I need someone to tell me
That it's ok to be sad
And that my feelings are validated
I don't need someone to tell me
About how much happier I could be.
I need someone to hold me
And tell me that i've been strong.
And that it's okay,
To be not okay.
SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
Someday you'll cry for me
Like i cried for you.
Someday you'll miss me
Like i missed you.
Someday you'll need me
Like i needed you.
Someday you'll love me
But i won't love you.
SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
I'm falling
Slowly
Falling
Into a deep black space
Nothing there
No one cares
That i'm
Falling
Dying
Inside
I smile
It pains me
I can't speak
I can't
It hurts
So silent's
My last resort.
SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
You are the air that I breathe.
You are my blanket when i'm cold.
You are the shield that protects me
And i've given everything for you.
But one day you left me.
Now i'm without a clue.
It hurts me so much that it kills me slowly.
SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
I want to scream
I want to cry,
And I hate to admit it,
But I want to die.
I  want to stop this constant hurt
To stop the voices in my head
To never again get out of bed
To stop cutting up my skin
Like it's paper
The blade is a pen
But I am an artist
And I can't quit
Every cut a step closer
To finishing my artwork
And once I finish
The lines soon fade
Till little white lines
Are all that remain
And if I make a mistake
I cut and cut
Till blood covers up
Anything that I made
And then i'll start over
Onto a clean slate
And when the lines heal
I'll trace them sometimes
Remembering the story
That lays behind each line.
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