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Little

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little symbolism

I'm  not little. 
Im not small either
But I'm  a little too not over you. 

You are my Everything before 
You are my brave savior
You knew my secrets
You knew even my deepest scars

Have you ever wonder
Why those people tried to misunderstand us
And I tried my best
So they cant keep us apart

But then you are now there
In a little cottage 
Watching the scenery from where? 
Inside an album that dusted in age

My tears fell
Yous too
Im not feeling well
Because I still love you

I left you
Alone and sad
I left you
Without even holding your hand

I died
Between those rocky cliffs
I died 
And left you in a cottage with those dancing leavesAll Rights Reserved

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Can I Say Goodbye? by Missdelighted

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

White Crayon by Cirbei

"If you ever feel down, or you feel like your worthless, just remember the white crayon. No one can use one. No one needs one." One second children are laughing and the next someone got hurt. It could be someone else's fault, or purely coincidental. Everyone deals with guilt differently. Some play the victim, using it to play the main character in a story that was never written for them. Some surround themselves with things and people that can turn their mind off for awhile. Others might feel guilty when they weren't even there. They feel like they need to go through something similar or worse to validate their suffering. Others grin and bear it, maybe because they don't have time, or they don't want the time. The day everything came barreling down, Rune Winston was a White Crayon.

Evolution by andshesmiles

There are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have been more wrong. Love in this day and age is often confused for manipulation and abuse. The warning signs are here. The things we say will tell us everything that is wrong. You are worth more than what you think you are. It's not your fault. If they tell you otherwise, get out. Burn the bridge. Always remember someone is waiting for you to walk into their life. Someone needs you. Someone loves you. Getting away from all of the wrong people and finding the right ones could save you. I can promise you right now that it saved me. These are the journal entries and selected poems from my first experience of love that left a unpleasant taste in my mouth- quite literally. I am putting this out for the whole world to see because I hope everyone will learn from my experience. People can see. We have no excuses to continue living our lives in ignorance. ...WARNING... HARMFUL THEMES INCLUDING MENTION OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, AND RAPE. THIS HAS EXPLICIT CONTENT. RECOVERY AND AWARENESS IS THE PURPOSE OF SHARING. DO NOT READ IF THESE THEMES ARE OFFENSIVE OR HARMFUL TO YOU.

Message Not delivered... by KaspyTheeGhost

CAUTION: I DID NOT PUT MATURE ON BUT CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS OF ABUSE INCLUDING S/A... & probaly some swearing. There will be disturbing sh*t in here. This book is a poem book of my life pretty much. Its my thoughts and emotions spoken in a different suppossed to be more emotional and deeper way then just looking at what happened and crying about it. What happened can never be fixed but I won't let those people go by un-noticed and I hope karma sincerely kicks them in more then the ass someday. I don't wish pain upon no one but I do crave for them to just UNDERSTAND what they made me feel since they all walked away without a scrape, just a smirk on all their faces in the end. Or they're narcassistic. Theres also letters to people who I still think of to this day that will probably never read them but you guys still hold a special place in my heart. This book is letters and poetry to all; people of my past, present, future, and not only just SURVIVORS but WARRIORS too. You're never alone my loves... Welcome to : "Message Not Delivered"

I was Framed by ThePhyscoPath

I was Framed Framed. That's all there is to it. Everyone's scared of me people think I did it but I didn't I was the victim. I witnessed my best friend being murdered and now I'm being put on trail! How is that fair? HOW? yes ok yes I ran off when I was in court but I had a reason they where about to say I was guilty and send me to jail maybe for another person I wouldn't have done it but it was my best friend and I witnessed it. Now I'm trapped I. The woods hiding every time I hear voices mostly cops I've been ok for a year I hopped it old of been different but every time ppl start to forget there's another murder like the murderer knows where I am but is slowly tourtering me every second. How do you think it feels to see signs that say "wanted. Dead, or alive, reward, $10,000" this one guy Logan he almost caught me a few times then when he did he was going to turn me in his family needed the money, but love, it stopped him his family and he Believed me. Me and Logan where in love but it turned out that love tourterd me more then anything I've been through. Let's just say it started out great then it all went wrong not because of heart rake something worse. But the thing is I'm not sure if I regret falling for him.

It's Okay to Use Your Big Girl Voice by Beautiful_Slugger

Inside you will find a mixture of both, extremely RAW and refreshingly HEALING accounts of my personal war with my past. Unfortunately, Childhood sexual abuse is far too common, and many of share similar experiences. Looking back, what I could have used more than anything was someone to tell me "You're not alone, there is a lightness through the darkness, you can heal from this and most importantly don't EVER stop telling your story to make others comfortable". I've learned that silence is the best weapon for a predator, and I for one, have never been really good at doing what I'm told. I don't intend on starting now. I wear my scar as reminder that I hold the power in my own story, it is mine to tell and I won't make myself sick keeping quiet because my truths are hard to swallow, other people's comfort is not my problem. My Goal is rather simple, to let the readers know, they too are not alone. If you are a survivor, even if you still feel like a victim, this is my personal message to you. "You are strong, and it wasn't your fault. Tell someone... tell anyone...tell everyone... We shift from victims to survivors when we speak up and tell our stories. There's nothing wrong with you, and the light will shine again. The longer you sit in silence the more power your abuser still holds over you, wipe your face warrior, because there's a lion right inside of you, DONT EVER GIVE UP!" *This story is FULL of TRIGGERS, please be careful reading if triggers are hard for you, your mental health matters* *I own all the Rights to all parts of this book*

Into the Velvet by help-me-think-of-one

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SENSITIVE STRINGS by wineandnectar

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Waiting On You by KyndraPerez

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Can I Say Goodbye?

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?