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i guess
it's hard
to let go
of things
you're already
used to.
1/22/19
 Jan 2019 Dante Prince
Nicole Ann
I am nowhere near where you left me,
I am now stronger than my demons
Depression
                           -----------
                          Lonliness
                 ­          -------------
                          Suffering
               ­              ---------
                       Pain.        Love
                Hurt.                    Scream­s
         Hated.                                  Needy
    Abused.                                             Sad
  Mocked.                                           Ugly
  Ashamed.                                   Religion
      Scared.                                     Scarred
         Poor.                                          Lost
           Weak.                                  Sick
               Fragile _    hurt _   broken
Hi
i find myself crying on the floor,
with not a soul by my side.
i've a habit of staying in doors,
i dont believe in love anymore.

i dig my nails deep into my skin,
to try find veritable love within.
to my chagrin its just senseless gore,
i dont believe in love anymore.

when i fall theres no-one there by side,
no-one there to tell me things will be fine.
so ill stay inside;
ill lose my mind;
ill lay on the floor and ill cry every night.

ill say once more;
heartbroken on the floor;
that i just dont believe in love anymore.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
screaming your loudest
but not being heard?
You're drowning in this ocean
with boats all around
no one seems to help
they're just watching you drown.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
facing a terror
you're forced to call home?
The water fills your lungs
and you can hardly breathe
gasping for your last breath
you feel almost relieved.
Do you know what it feels like
to be all alone
letting the darkness win
and entering the unknown?
The ocean has swallowed you
and you cannot swim
but that doesn't matter
because you let it win.
A poem I wrote a little over a year ago. I wrote this on the back of a bathroom stall during one of my dark times in life but I made it. I learned to swim.
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