Poem.
My fingers curl tightly around the rope,
I struggle to pull myself back, as my
own fears continue to grab at my feet.
It gets harder to breathe, the constant
reminder stuck in the back of my throat;
who will talk to you today? It only get's
harder and harder, til I slowly slide down
the rope, my hands burning from the rope.
It feels as if, my fingers are bleeding from the
cuts of words, people tried to force to cut me
into be. I pull myself up, and up. Til, I slowly
found myself letting go and closing my eyes.
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To wake up, to the very next day of school,
I meet the same people, and laugh. A fake
smile for the people I love the most, and
words that are controlled by my own fear
and depression who acts like they are a
person who has lived with me for years,
come out for the people. With the people
I am with, it's like I am sleeping in my own
mind. A hollow person who speaks. I will
never let my darkness consume me, she
asks me, "why aren't you fighting anymore?"
"why aren't you fighting anymore?" repeating
and repeating. I tell her, "I am now."
I will never be silenced by my pain.
I'm fighting to live.
And
this
boy could
have
her whenever
he wanted
And she
would
always
come
backAnd
he knew
it and
she knew
itBut
all
she wanted
was to
be happyBecause
inside
she felt
sad and
like
she was
dyingAnd
he was
the
only
thing
that
could
make
her
feel
aliveBut
he didn't
know
thatSo
he continues
to hurt
herMaking
her feel
pathetic
for falling
for
it again
and againBut
all she
wants
is to
be happy-
this
is actually
based
on me
tbh