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I've Forgotten Me

Why do I feel
that the darkness is constantly closing in?
Whispering to me,
That I'm nothing
and that
my dreams are stupid.

That fire in your eyes
Once matched the burning in my soul
But that was so long ago.

Back when I still trusted,
back before my wings were broken
I could let a voice in.

are you never happy
you asked.

sometimes I can still see Light
I said

But those times are few are far between.
Broken to myself it seems.
Truly alive in this world,
only in my dreams.

I turned to books and learning to fill my hearts void.
An educated depressive
who dark moods are excessive.
The burden you placed on my heart,
and now I feel I'm never fully rested.

I have so much rage
I have so much anger
I have so much fear

I tried to look inward
But only found despair.
I still reach for that fleeting hope,
that fleeting light.

It's barely enough to sustain me
This darkness feels like it envelops me
constantly.

Still I go on,
Smiling.
Usually acting,
like nothing wrong.
I remember when you used to hold me.
I want nothing more than to want to hold you again,
but with this constant darkness closing in,
all I want is to push you away,
And no, no I can't come over
And no you can't stay.

You don't understand most days I can't get out of bed,
Yes it's to that point,
again.
And I don't need anyone pointing out my flaws,
again.

Call it self pity if you must.
You're probably right,
I'm still not going out tonight.
This fake smile again
this fake personality.
Fake it till you make it
now my lifes a sham,
Never sure of who I truly am.
Going down this road again.

It seems depression and darkness have become my only friends I can truly trust in.

Part of me

It doesn't matter when or when

There's a part of me that's almost dead.

And there's no trust inside that I could even confide.

There's nothing inside so why even try?

There's a part of me that screams for death.

So many times it's needs were almost met.

But I fight and fight

and somehow I survived.

I fight and fight

Even though a part of me has died.

-A.D.L

THE FUN PART !

The past of sadness,
The fuel of goodness;
Not to be told,
To be remembered.
Has to be told,
To be forgotten.

Rhythm sings alone,
Music dances along.
Smile embraces the lips,
Finger clinching the hips.
Holding you I remember,
Sliding away forever.

Pain above hill,
Likes to reveal,
But it stops,
To feed in drops.

If you didn't notice my scars,

my change in mood,

my every dream become lost,

if you didn't see what you did to me,

that I hid behind a fake smile,

and cried myself to sleep at night,

if you didn't realize I made those scars,

and why was so afraid to love,

then it's okay.

Bt don't you dare tell me you care,

if you never knew me in the first place

why do you constantly break me,

and drop me,

and tell me you love me,

Why do you tease me,

and hurt me,

and tell me I'm nothing,

why do you tear down my dreams,

and call my gaols stupid,

but most importantly,

why do I listen?

Trigger warning: abuse, bullying, assault, self-harm

By the time she was 2 she had seen drugs and had even done them

By the time she was 3 she had watched her mom slip in and out of relationships

By the time she was 4 she had been concerned with money because mom didn't have it

By the time she was 5 she had watched two men walk out on her

By the time she was 6 she got called fat

By the time she was 7 she got beat up in school

By the time she was 8 she felt as if the world were darker than she originally knew it to be

By the time she was 9 she had been bullied to a point of tears

By the time she was 10 she had lost all love for herself, and tried to help others

By the time she was 11 she swore that the sun only shown to make fun of her for trying to shine

By the time she was 12 she had been sexually assaulted by her father

By the time she was 13 she became a binge eater

By the time she was 14, she began to cut herself and starve for days at a time

By the time she was 15, She had lost her father, and swore she would not make it to her 16th birthday

On my 16th birthday, I will look back on the girl and smile, because my strength comes from inside

Anomaly

Between the inside and the outside

I think

the former tends to be bigger,

just as quiet

tends to be louder,

and the stars:

lonelier.

It is eerily convenient to fall back in old patterns,
Even when they do nothing but hurt us.
Because it is like coming back home,
After a dreary night cold and alone.

You step over the curb so familiar,
And wonder why you didn't come back earlier.
The reason comes back to you again soon,
But alas! Not soon enough.

You are already inside and the door is closed,
Which you can't open by will, prayer or force.
So you just stand there, defeated and resigned,
Surrounded by the exquisite gold tapestry you had designed.

You watch it all go up in spectacular flames,
And they kiss you like beasts expertly tamed.
The pain is soothingly sweet,
So much so that you don't mind the heat.

You get consumed all over again,
In the burning house you believed to be home.
Maybe you will know better next time,
Till then, just hold on to life...

The world is merely colorless, made up of black and white.

But since it is the status quo, its perfectly alright.

Though butterflies be grey, and bluebirds not be blue,

I could not possibly care less about the lack of hue.

I met someone today; she struck me as rather nice.

Though I didnt understand it, I was rather enticed.

As I drove home alone that day, something seemed to me changed:

Did the sky possess a blue tint? That is rather strange.

I soon was better acquainted with this person Id met.

I already liked her more than most people Id known yet.

As we conversed more and more, I noticed that her eyes

Were the same exact glistning blue as a clear mornings skies.

My world was colorful, more so than I thought it could be.

No longer did the sad monochromatic shades bind me.

I saw the world as it should be, unlike most of the throng.

I thought to myself happily, ‘Whatever could go wrong?

What I am about to tell you, though tragic, is quite true.

I received the news Sunday, and my heart was torn in two.

Quietly I mourned, and there was no end to my grief.

Sadness and anger mixed as I wept and gnashed my teeth.

The world is merely colorless, made up of black and white.

For some time it was different, and that was my lifes highlight.

I wish the colors hadnt faded; hadnt said Adieu!

I couldn't miss anything more than I miss her eyes blue.

-Lucas D.

But why should I

Bang goes the fist
Bearing with my pain
Because I am told to obey
But why should I

Black and blue again
Best hide the bruises quick
Because they will never understand
But why should I

Burst into tears
Boy, irony hurts
Because people say 'enjoy life'
But why should I

Brave steps taken
Better take it slow
Because I'm tired
But why should I

Bad people rule the world
Beating the weak
Because we let them
But why should I