My Thoughts On Paper (Finished)

My Thoughts On Paper (Finished)

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Highest Ranking: #1 in Poetry! #1 in Poem! "My Thoughts On Paper" is an ongoing Poem Novel with poems made between the years 2014-2019. Some topics in this Novel are real-life actions and thoughts, while some are made up. This can include abuse, suicide, suicidal thoughts, family issues, and many more. "My Thoughts On Paper" contains poems that were written by me, and any coincidences are coincidental only. Please do not steal them. Ask for permission if you would like to use them. Make sure I am credited. My PM is always open for anyone who would like to use my poems. Copyright legal issues can have fines and/or jail time if caught. Excerpt: Now I am all alone And I stare up at my ceiling Thinking of you All that I could tell you Was that I wish you the best While in the back of my mind You will always be mine In my dreams I hold you tight In my dreams We are alright -In My Dreams *Dedicated to My Mom (Rest In Peace), My Dad and Stepmom, To my Family and Friends, and lastly to my Loving Boyfriend who has done nothing but shower me in love and support for me and what I do! I love you all. Thank you!*
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I've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my pain into strength. Desperately wanting to carve up my skin, I bled on a page. My screams are silent, hidden behind closed doors, And computer screens. All these horrible emotions kept secret in notebooks. I'm too afraid to speak about it, so I write it down That's how my poetry is made. ~The birth of poetry -Me ____ First place in 2021 Irenic Awards poetry catergory Highest rankings: #16 original work #2 relapsing

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