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Withered Feb 2021
I wish I coud turn it off
Emotion that is,
Turn off this thing that makes me vulnerable
This thing that makes me feel
I wish i could turn it off
Like a switch
And be this lifeless thing I already am
“Emotion is good”
But all its done is do me harm
Hurt me , everytime i try
So i want to turn it off  
With a single flip
Withered Feb 2021
A steel horse travels along a road
The person controlling it keeping it steady
Going back and forth
line by line
This road is left by the marks of the horse
Its feet leaving an obvious trail
behind it
Its path made in a horizontal motion,
back and forth
And the road
is not the same as it was left  
Or before the horse trotted down,
But looks better than the house it leads to
Which is crumbing down
And the blackness of the night sky
Covers the trail,
So no one can see evidence
Of its travel
Withered Feb 2021
I told my security guard to leave
Though he knew it was a bad idea
Opened my house to invite you in
Even took some boards down,
and cleaned it up a little  
Letting Some light in so that it would be presentable
For you
Displayed my my heart, and trust, and parts of my mind
So that you could see
For two months I left my house unlocked,
The windows unboarded
Without my guard.
I Slept peacefully through those months,
Felt safe
But of course,
That’s when you stole from me
During the night.
But you didn't just steal anything,
Not a cup, gold, or jewelry,
Not some artifact I can replace.
No, you stole my heart, and my trust
And ran off with it , just like that
And once word got out that you stole that
Fear, Self-Hate, Anger, and Depression
Invited themselves in
Made themselves comfortable ,
holding me hostage in my own home
And taking whatever was left

For a bit of time, I was able to escape the chains
And my security guard returned
We put the boards back onto the windows and doors
And locked my house tighter than before

You stole from me.
But, I should’ve never let anyone in
Or left myself vulnerable
That was my dumb mistake
Withered Feb 2021
If you fold it ,
The creases remain
No matter how many times you try
The evidence of the creases will forever be there
But can slowly fade away…
If you crumple it up
More creases will appear
And the chance of the creases disappearing
Are unlikely
If you mark it up,
Evidence of that will stay
Even if you erase it,
The paper still holds the memory
If you cut it into little pieces
And try to glue it together again
There is no putting it back
To the way it was
Withered Jan 2021
Rip me to pieces
Carve out my heart
Stab me in the back
Slice my throat  
No matter what you do
I will feel nothing
I’ll remain numb
Because i'm already dying slowly
Being ripped apart  
From the inside out
And its only a matter of time
Until the monsters inside me
Finally find their way out
Through the holes in my eyes
  Jan 2021 Withered
Ashly Kocher
The day that broke me was the day that half completed me
Withered Dec 2020
i see them everyday
and i hate them
the way they smile
the way they laugh
i hate their face
every blemish
their body
every part
their arms
every scar  
just hate the way they are
the way they look back at me  
like i want to see them
the way they hide  
i hate the person that I see
and the person who's inside
but what i especially hate
is that person is me
Copyright 2020 // 12/31/20 // 10:25 AM
Lily Anne
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