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For the record, I'm still alive

Poetry

I can't believe I still exist after all the things I've been through for being too shy, too scared, for not speaking up, for letting them take advantage of me and manipulate me. A book full of rants and mostly poetry.

#midnight #overthinking #sadness

Childhood

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by bebemariez

by bebemariez

Childhood was fun being inside of walls,

surrounded by furniture and my best friends who were barbie dolls.

Being young, I never understood pain and need of freedom,

now I scream from a deep hole inside of me, wishing I was never dumb.

Waiting for my doll friend to say a word,

At least they learned to listen to the things that I've always yearned.

Childhood was fine when getting all your favorite toys,

now you're the doll being played by fucked up people and especially boys.

Once upon a time, I was sweet and innocent,

Now I'm suffering in a world and regretting living in it.

Childhood was good not paying the bills,

Now I wish to vanish but here I am still.

Singing for God, looking for the will to live,

God says' "Child, just be patient for the blessings you deserve that I will give"

Childhood was colorful, wearing bright pink,

Now I'm facing adulthood that's like an ocean, instead of floating, I just sink.

~bebemariez