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I Can't Hear You AnymoreThe clouds are heavy tonight,
And I am suffocating,
Choking on my own words
As they fly from my mouth.
You never cared about yourself,
And after your death that
Became hard to think about.
(But I do anyway.)
I suddenly find myself missing
The years we had spent together
And how spider webs would form in
The corners of your eyes when you smiled.
But the thing is that I can’t hear you anymore.
I can’t remember the sound
Of your voice or the feeling of
Your hands as they touched my lips.
You once told me that home
Is where you lie,
But I hate it here, and
I hate living with these ghosts.
Body Language I don't know what it is about you, the reasoning behind
why I constantly think about you. Not as a whole either, I think about
you in pieces: I think about your deep brown eyes, your smile, which is
by far my favorite aspect of you, your chest and how I love being
right there, hearing that faint, calming sound and of course your
fingers, and always how they look while your playing your guitar.
I love your voice and the way you can't stay still while you sleep.
I've always been attracted to your permanent bedhead and the way that
you can't stand it.
Today I told you to stop drinking so much and you told me that
wasn't the case and that I just caught you at a bad time. Sweetie I'm
here to tell you that I'll gladly drink by your side until some good
comes back into your life. We've both been down, and you and I have
both grown to realize that we deserve better, and if we're not good
enough, then that's fine. At least we gave it another shot.
I will say that with so many
Cleansing Rainthe rain falls down like tears,
soaking the land in agony,
i sit here beneath my umbrella,
perhaps i should let in down,
perhaps i should allow this aleatory death,
to take me away fro this bitter world,
the bubbles rise around me,
and slowly i fade peacefully around me,
perhaps this rain will cleanse the poison,
and wash away this tainted world
ApatheticGet over yourself.
Those words have been said to
Me many a time, and repeated
In my own off toned voice.
What do these three words mean?
What action is expected to follow?
I have gotten over myself. I
No longer view myself as a
Brilliant gifted individual with a boat
Load of potential and overwhelming success.
The praise has been heard enough.
Nor do I think that I
Am a failure, or someone to
Disappear into the woodwork of society.
I am not the stereotypical teenager
Full of eternal angst and hatred.
I’m simply over myself and my “greatness”
Or my “follies”. I am content.
I know who I am. Thus why
Are adjectives pinned onto me? No
Description needed. I am aware.
This isn’t a protest on categorization.
No whiny plea for your pity.
Not outreaching to those searching inside.
Nix the theory about me boasting.
It is a passive public statement.
I am over myself.
Silence is the Loudest ScreamSticks and Stones May Break my Bones but Words Make Me Think I Deserved It.
If you ever see anyone with scars on their wrists, dont ridicule them about it. Dont make fun of them. Walk up to them and give them a hug. Or even just smile at them, and that could be what keeps them from killing themselves that night. Maybe it makes their day better. Maybe thats just what they needed to start believing again. All you see is the outside of a whole other depth. You dont know what they do, what they go home to, if they even have one. You dont know anything about them, maybe not even their name. So what gives you the right to say ANYTHING to this person? What gives you the right to ridicule this person, so much that they maybe dont want to live anymore? Is it funny to you? To makes someone so miserable that they dont see any reason to live anymore? To injure themselves and leave permanent memories of what they would like to forget? What is there to gain from bullying someone else? What do you ge
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