YEARS
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It took 10 years to teach myself how to breathe again
How to live without pretending that’s what I was doing
To stop allowing myself to die quietly
As to not inconvenience the neighbors
11 years later, still dead inside.
11 years later, finally alive.
11 years later, afraid of what's new.
11 years later, ready for myself, part two?
11 years ago, my soul was dead.
A drop falls and shatters
on the surface of the lake
as I stare between the rippled waves
and ponder each mistake.
I peer down at the water;
it peers back up at me.
As I wake up,
I notice that I am in a bed
With somebody leaning over me
Saying good morning sleepy head
Wow that's very lame
I know, grow up
I hope this day isn't the same
But hey, I am awake
As I was twelve years old
There were issues between my parents everywhere we’d go
Growing apart after every word said
Until the end of the marriage when the relationship went dead
I must thank you
Years of family memories
Frozen, standstill, captured, timeless.
And we shall know your absense
By the lost years
In our photo albums.
It hasn't been the worst or best year that I've seen.
Tonight at 12 A.M., It will be the end of 2017.
The year 2018 will soon be here.
Hi
I'm 18 years old
Or should I say 18 years young
But old enough for to know my rights and wrongs.
It doesnt mean I always do what's right.
Take a breath, no actaully take two
Everytime you smile, my breath got short
You was a strong ass drug on me, that snort
I haven't seen a lot but you was the true
One for me, two makes me and you in one car
The clock shall always be the enemy,
With his hands of weaponry,
Time stamped in history,
With actions of misery.
Tick tock goes the clock,
The clock shall always be the enemy,
With his hands of weaponry,
Time stamped in history,
With actions of misery.
Tick tock goes the clock,
same old,
same new.
you look back
and boom.
everything has changed.
but where?
you woke up the same as yesterday.
but
your hair is longer,
your body is older,
Growing alone, Behold the self-doubtThe crying, the lying, the gritting of teethWatching others ascend while your mood still depends on your peers.Fingertips brush edges where there is no apparent jail,
I'm starting to remember
I'm starting to recall
What once was a blur
I begin to see it all
The faces are changing
Becoming clear
What once was a blur
Wrapped up in a year
Years fall behind with patience wasted
And the young don’t see through the broken glass
Only until the climax of guilt from being blind to it
But we do accept the dwelling after the wasted years climax
I walk in late to class again , but I do not care.
The lessons you write up are incomprehenisble, and
Your monotone voice has left me to just stare.
My eyes are wide open , but I'm not paying you any attention.
"Tell me, tell me, tell me once more.
The words you say before you walk out the door.
Please don't go, don't leave me here alone.
How will I know if you will ever return home?
I promise I won't tug at your hand.
The artificial smiles, the spewing lies,
The uninterested lovers, and partners in crime,
The "must focus" and pushes as the way to the door,
The success of our futures is what we were here for,
dear 1960's:
wish i couldve been there.
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