babybri03

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Being human is bittersweet. I mean that feeling of being content, but just not content. That warmth you feel when helping someone, but the emptiness you feel for not being able to help yourself. The love you feel towards a small child, then the self-loathe you feel for not being as carefree. Being human is bittersweet because as you get older, life gets more bitter, but there are some things, some people that make it a little bit sweeter, a little more bearable. Just because you taste the bitter truth that is life, doesn’t mean you can’t add a little sugar to make it sweet. Stay strong, and live on, because one day, you’ll find your sugar and it’ll be pretty sweet. 
          

I pray that one day you’ll tell everyone my story. And that everyone that you tell will belive that story, because Lord knows I did try. I tried so hard to get someone, anyone to belive me. I cried for help so many times, in so many different ways, but no one will believe me until I’m gone. I know you tried to save me, but I couldn’t even save myself. I’m so sorry you had to find me, but just know that I’m happier now, that I’m out of my misery, and maybe you’ll feel a bit better. I’ll miss you so much but I’ll see you again someday, and even though that day is far away, I’ll wait for you. Don’t join me yet though, because your life is worth living. I’ll always be there for you, watching you accomplish your goals, and I’ll be there cheering you on through every step of the way, even if you can’t see me. But for now, this is goodbye love, see you soon.                  Love ___________.

greetings! My first message
          I wont post messages everyday but like I'll post enough to annoy you but fyi this isn't a poem don't @ me lol
          
          realize, real eyes, real lies
          the day he is content with me will be a day i never see
          he doesn’t even realize that everything i do is for him
          all my tears, all of my stress, it’s just for him.
          i don’t think anyone can feel the pain of not being good enough
          because it really hurts, and the only thing i can do is cry.
          i cry too many tears; i’ve cried more in the past four years than i have in my entire life. and i’m 15. it’s sad to be honest, when you see people being praised
          and thinking of the scolding you’re going to receive.
          i mean, i’m not going to be perfect at everything
          but that’s what he wants.
          i think the saddest i’ve been was on 9/27/18.
          seeing those who get awards at the things i thought i was good at,
          but all in all, they deserved the awards.
          the thing that bothered me is the effort.
          putting my blood, sweat, and tears into the work, then doing it for others too?
          and i’m still not good enough.
          same people i’ve helped are the ones excelling.
          it hurts… to know that it all goes to waste because you can’t say no;
          don’t mistake this for jealousy or envy, it’s just sadness.
          i’m genuinely happy for them because they deserve it…
          but, i realize that this is a sick game.
          “Rise to the top and use some tools to help along the way.
          The tools aren’t exactly what you’re used to however, 
          just use kindness and vulnerability to your advantage.”
          and i guess they knew how to use it…
          
          (the lowercase letters were on purpose)