Poem 22

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My hopes an dreams are shattered.
What difference does it make ?
I smile all the time but the pain never fades away,
So why don't I just let it show and get used to the fake sympathy?

They say talking helps .
I've talked to a lot of people but everything's still the same. ..
They told me I'm slowly getting better I just need a few more classes then I'll be able to smile without the lingering feeling of pain .

I'm more shattered than I was before the taking the classes.
What are you going to do now?
Force me to take more classes ?
Tell me to meditate because it helps ?

I'm not sorry for cutting myself anymore ,
Because it helps.
Watching my blood run until it reaches the finish line , gives me a sense of belonging.
Do you know that I feel at peace when it wins ?
Excuse me , but my doctor thinks I take drugs.

I love you but don't you think it's time to let me go ?
You always told me that I should learn to let the people I love go .
And guess what , I think it's time you followed your advice and let me go because I'm not meant for this world.

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I'm sorry if you can relate to this poem or if it triggered you . It wasn't my intention to 🌸.

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