A Collection of Poems

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Darker Things

It's who I wanna be that keeps me stuck.

Things are always on repeat in my mind.

Memories, people that I could never forget.

I move past these things, yet I'm so torn up.

It always seems that I mess things up.

You know those memories that can never fade?

That's how it is for me.

I can't seem to rid these horrid images from my mind.

Flash here, flash there, never leaves, always stays.

It might seem easy, but it's harder than it appears.

You have to learn how to deal with it.

To cope, I write or type my foes away.

To learn how to cope is difficult.

Yet, the way to seems so easy.

Many options, many decisions,

Some good, some bad.

Instead of cutting, crying is what I turn to.

Instead of punching walls, I use a stress ball or write.

To keep from yelling out, I bite my tongue.

To keep from exploding, I hold it in or hold back.

Yes, I know I have issues.

Yes, I will try to control my actions.

Can I help it? Absolutely not.

Will I learn from it? Most definitely. 

Do I know that things can turn aroud? Yes. 

Does that mean they will? Probably not,

But as life goes on, you learn to roll with it.

You can't change the past, but you can better your today for your future.