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Nov 2016 · 376
We; an update
Xandria Nov 2016
We;
We are the ones who zone out
care far too much and
overthink every little thing...
We are still all of these things.
But
we have come to accept these things.

We;
We have learned it is okay to take the occasional hiatus from reality-
even if it is with a pair of lost wide eyes

We;
We have learned that it is not only okay, but good, to care
We have learned to care far less than we ever thought possible
And something we once thought of as impossible, we learned;
We learned to take care of ourselves.

We;
We have learned to understand and accept what is and is not;
what can and cannot be.
And
we are okay with this.

We;
We are not lost.
We are not hopeless.
And we are far from done.
Sep 2015 · 483
We
Xandria Sep 2015
We
We;
We are the ones who
Zone out
Care far too much and
Overthink every little thing
We are the ones who realize things most tend to ignore
The fact that
Death is inevitable and
We are all going to the same place at some point, no matter how well we do in life or how well we play the game

We;
We destroy ourselves to protect others
We wear our vulnerabilities like a warm winter sweater until each and every strand has been pulled loose

And like our sweater, we begin to unravel

We;
We exhaust ourselves before our time has come
We see everything for what it truly is
The gorgeous facade we were taught as children quickly fades away with a bitter sting
And we are left wondering how people still have hope
How their eyes still sparkle
How they look on with awe
When the bitter truth is right there
We;
We are left wondering how they ignore it
And that is the one thing that still amazes us
The only thing

We;
We are done
And we are beyond repair
Jul 2015 · 16.5k
Oh, society II
Xandria Jul 2015
We are all born perfect

...society just ruins us
Jul 2015 · 33.3k
Oh, society I
Xandria Jul 2015
Oh society
Corrupt and disturbed you are
Where did it go wrong
Jul 2015 · 1.7k
Boredom I
Xandria Jul 2015
Only the dead can be bored, for we are just uninterested
Jul 2015 · 422
Untitled
Xandria Jul 2015
There is no limit to the lies you can tell
                                             ; only the amount of secrets you can keep
Apr 2015 · 600
Untitled
Xandria Apr 2015
I feel the catch;
like dried grass caught in my throat.
I know what is to come,
yet I fill with panic.
hurry...hurry...hurry
I search for a haven;
a small alcove,
a bathroom stall.
Somewhere I can
allow my body to tear its self apart.
hurry...hurry...hurry
People our of no aid,
it only grows worse with company.
hurry...hurry...hurry
Shorter breaths.
Quicker steps.
in, out
in, out
The noose grows tighter
around my slender neck.
There is no use.
It is inevitable
and I am helpless.
I have a medical history of hyperventilating and decided to express the terror that fills my mind and soul when it happens.
Apr 2015 · 318
Dear Friend
Xandria Apr 2015
Twelve 'o' one P.M. has struck
Stupid ideas come about
Stupidity; Dear friend
My first haiku, still trying to master this beautiful form of poetry

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