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Sometimes it is easy to get lost in the thrill of it all,
And sometimes you need to remind yourself that not everyone will be there for you when you fall.
I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun,
But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun,
But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
It took me a long time to realize that no matter what you do, you can not please everyone,
And that you will only drive yourself crazy trying to accomplish this because it is a task that will never be done.
It seems like every time that I start to do good, there is always something that gets in the way,
And no matter how hard I try, it seems like I end up failing, and I have to restart everyday.
Why do some people make it seem like when we flip the calendar everything is going to change,
Because, to me, the thought of doing that has always been kind of strange.
I'm scared to write a poem
but I need to write a poem because when I finally
let the twisted words out
I breathe again
Wild & Crazy, Names given to me,
Growing up this,
Apple scrumping and fighting,
No support in the family.
Divord parents immediately,
First in the playground, totally,
I’ve let myself become a doormat.
Well, maybe not a doormat that gets stepped on once or twice a day.
No, I’ve become like a paperweight:
Ash like snowKissing my skin, It fallsThe bitter warmth of the flameThe crack of the light, it dances
Dragging hearts,
Falling feats,
Fading art,
Slowing beats,
THEN
Gaining vigor
Moving on,
Growing rigor,
Finding dawn.
Cold world
Icy hatred
Cut bonds
Bitter dawns
Lies and mistakes
And amidst it all
Your chest aches
With the heavy
Very heavy weight
It goes on
And on
The battle
This is to the kids who run from fear,
To the kids who are broken and tired of tears.
To the kids who fake a smile everyday,
With cuts on their wrists and resfuse to stay.
Refuse to stay on this Earth anymore,
This is the start of something new,
Where I forget about the old,
Forget about you.
Where I stop crying
Because you broke my heart.
Where I stop thinking you're my missing part.
To travel that yonder highway
A dream I once had
To travel to that far away place
Of familiarity and known
I ponder of when I will go
I do not care where
Only that it is far away from there
The girl looks at her own reflection
Wondering if she's going in the right direction
Life seems so confusing and often bittersweet
She wonders what she can say when it's all complete
