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Bree17 Dec 2024
I sat in first period that day
bathing in invisible pain
slowly rotting away
as the teacher chose a topic to explain

I sat alone that day
writing in black ink, hands shaking
but my eyes wouldn't betray
the agony of my heart breaking

I sat in advisory that day
writing a note, a letter
listing my reasons to stay
wishing they were better

I sat at lunch that day
spent the entire time writing
this was it, the only way
that night I went home to fighting

I sat on the bus that day
dreading the moment I'm on my own
I got off, stepping out of the way
and alone I walked home

I sat in my room that day
listening to music, hiding
trying desperately to keep my thoughts at bay
while unconsciously deciding

I sat in the bathroom that day
on it's unforgiving floor, door locked
while the note sat on display
but this time, no one knocked

I died a little that day
while I poured them out, hands still
as fear drifted out of the way
while I looked down at the innocent Advil

I survived somehow that day
my phone buzzed, alive
pausing me halfway
resurfacing my dive

I sat in bed that night
subdued but empty
bleeding out my little light
and no longer was I me

I went to school the next day
sat down in my cold seat
knowing it was solely a delay
of when my time here is complete
Bree17 Dec 2024
It's always the same thing:

“Hold on”

To what?

“Distract yourself”

For how long?

“Keep going”

But why?

“It’ll get better”

When?

“People love you”

Yeah, but who exactly?

“You’re not alone”

Yes I am. Yes I freaking am. You don’t understand. I am alone, that’s the problem. Because when I go home and sit down in my room, I have nothing. Yes, we say "hi" when we see each other in the halls, but where are you when my phone goes silent? Where are any of you when I’m begging and pleading for help. Where were you? Not there. No, I had to help myself. Pull myself out of the dark hole I’ve been living in for years. I have to save myself time after time. By myself. Alone.

And maybe I’ve started pushing people away, but don’t you dare put this on me. Maybe I pulled away from everyone, but lets be honest, were you ever really there?

No, you weren't

I only pulled away after realizing I was already on my own, that I was just lying to myself. And honestly I'd rather be by myself, by myself, than surrounded by people who aren't even there.
is it self destruction if it was already broken?
all I did was be truthful
Bree17 Dec 2024
I'm here to write something happy
something true and dear to heart
preferably without exposing the agony
rattling in my chest and tearing me apart

I'm here to use my love for words
to express something I don't feel
happiness, where did you go
oh, were you ever real?

were you in the breeze that made me feel like flying
as I rode my bike with neighbor boys?
or were you in the ice cream dripping on my shirt
on the summer days that buzzed with lively noise?

oh happiness, what were you?
please just let me feel
but no, how could you penetrate a heart
that's made of steal?
i should really go to sleep
  Dec 2024 Bree17
Maya
if it appears that
my poems lack conviction,
it's because they do.

my words: white noise on
a radio brain, and i
can't change the station.
Bree17 Dec 2024
people keep on telling me:
life

                   gets

                                       easier,

                        but

                                  ­      oh

                                                       ­  no,

                                        no

                ­                                          it

                   ­                                                      does

                                                           ­                                   not      


it gets manageable.

so when people say:
"you

              get

                          used

                                           to

                                                        it,
 ­                                           
                     ­                    the
                                                      
      ­                                                people

         ­                                                              leaving,
                                                                ­                          
                                      ­                                                      the

                                                                ­                                           lies
                  
                                         ­                                                    and
                          
                                                                ­                grief",

                                        ­                            I
                            
                                   ­                  just
                              
                             ­       want
                      
                      to
                                      
scream.
because that's just not true.
I'm

         not

                used

                            to

                                    it
I'm

         just

                   numb...
it doesn't get easier.
no, what happens is the part of you that cared,
that hoped and dreamed, it gets killed..
and you don't even realize it
till its too
late
Bree17 Dec 2024
"look at the sky"
I'd say
and together we watched

we would
lose
ourselves
in the clouds and sun
and with that
we would
find
each other

"look at the sky"
I say now
wondering if its time to join it
I hope I make the sky as beautiful as it was that morning
and that one day you look up
and remember me
  Dec 2024 Bree17
Starry Starry Night
If
What if I kept it all bottled up,
Like it didn’t hurt?
And what if I chose not to write,
As if it didn’t linger in my mind?

If it wasn’t a pen I held,
Would I have grasped a blade instead?
Or would a piece of poem like this
Take the place of a suicide note?
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