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  Jul 28 ac
Lyda M Sourne
They asked me this question in class one day

"What do you want to be remembered by?"

I wrote down the answer of what they wanted to hear

But to be honest

I just want to be forgotten
So no one has to hurt when I say
goodbye
  Jul 28 ac
Liana
You know when you spill water and get upset only to hear someone say, “it's just water!”
It doesn't matter, water, pineapple juice, or milk I'm still soaked and need to change
The fact that what I spilled happened to be water doesnt make me less clumsy
It doesn't make my fingers less sweaty
It doesn't make it okay
“It's just water” they say
I’d be just as clumsy holding milk in my hand
What would you say if I spilt milk?
But if I spilt water, it's okay
If shes my daughter, it's okay


This isn't about spilt milk
"It's okay, he's your dad!", "But he's still your dad!"

The fact that it's his daughter doesn't make it okay
IT IS NOT OKAY PEOPLE
❤️
  Jul 28 ac
Liana
You only love me when I let you pull apart my peices
ac Jul 28
everyone loves a good joke
so here’s something funny
everyone finds it so easy to open up to me
they tell me there deepest secrets and sufferings
their agony and pain
i never asked for it to be this way
to know these things
to be trusted with everyone’s pain
it’s driving me insane
all these secrets i have to hold
at this point i don’t want to grow old
i have to hold my pain inside
i’m supposed to be strong
and make sure the others
don’t try to die
it’s so not fair
i have more horrors than all of them combined and multiplied
i keep it to myself
be sure that no one knows
i’m the only one to trust
but i don’t trust myself
i don’t know what it’s like to be whole
i’m the therapist
always alone
on my own
until someone needs me to hold
i don’t want to grow old
not like this
between heaven’s harsh hiss
and hell’s sweet bliss
i have to whisper my secrets into the abyss
everyone loves a good joke!
isn’t it funny
everyone needs me
but i’m the one in need
  Jul 28 ac
Soph
It takes one look into your eyes,
and I can tell you're not alright.
The words you don't say aloud
lay heavy on your chest at night.
Every time you cry
I wish I was allowed
to give you a reason why,
a will to live, a will to fight.
I want you to be alright.

It took one look into your eyes
to know you would rise
high into the sky
after you said your last goodbye.
To the ones I couldn't save, and the one I still hope to.
  Jul 28 ac
alia
Step 1: Smile.
Step 2: Forget why.
Step 3: Keep your voice steady
when your soul is not.
Step 4: Pretend it’s fine.
(Everyone else is.)

Step 5: Fold your feelings
into paper birds.
Set them loose.
Watch them burn mid-air.
Clap softly.
Repeat.

There is no final step.
You just keep going
until you don’t know
what breaking feels like anymore.
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