Poem #1

Poem #1

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There is a point in life when we have to ask ourselves the same exact question over and over. Why me? Why do I have to be put in this spot in which I regret. Why do I these I have burdens that follow me like horrible memories. And the answer? We may never know. We may very well just scamper around this place blind. My existence? My existence is like a chicken that has just been decapitated. The blade? Life. The head of the chicken? My emotions, hopes, and dreams. The infrared jewel of blood spewing like a faucet from the body of the nearly lifeless chicken? Stress, anxiety, the feeling of doubt cloaked in a blanket of self-pity and hatred. As the chicken dies the feathers of what once was are plucked like a flower from a garden. I was never meant to fly. Never meant to reach heights at which I can sit upon in triumph. A wall made of defiance stacked as high as I'll never be able to reach defensively stand upright at my feet. The bricks are made of the concrete from the ground that I am
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Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

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