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 Jul 30 Darla Haven
ac
My hand moves left to right,
over a blank piece of paper,
smudging what I write.
As my sleeve
absorbs my pens red ink,
The edge of my white sweatshirt
turns a shade of light pink.
"just roll up your sleeves"
I can't, not even a little bit.
It may not seem like a big deal to you,
but that's where I hide my secrets.
You may be okay with sharing yours,
But I try to forget mine exist.
You write your secrets in a diary,
and I write mine on my wrist.
#sh
My dad is a hero
He works so hard
      Just for us
He looks so busy all the
         Time
He comes back home
        İn the evening
Never forgetting my toys
        In this fuss
My brother and i love him
                To nuts
 Jul 29 Darla Haven
Charmour
I still remember his hands on me
Touching me everywhere
Everywhere he shouldn't
I still live under the same roof as him
Acting like it never happened
Acting like a loving family
But still I feel his hands on me
I told my mom
She knew everything
Yet nothing ever happened
Yet I sleep crying cuz I feel his hands on me
 Jul 29 Darla Haven
Charmour
Sometimes I wish they hurt me physically
So that it would hurt less as days pass
It will fade of with time
But all they did was
Hurt with words
Words which had power of knife
The knife which went straight to the heart
And stabbed
Which stirred up a deep scar in the brittle heart
Nothing could ease the pain
For the reason that no one saw it
The scar was heavy
So it when deeper and deeper
Just like that deeper into an abyss
It stabbed right in the brittle heart....
 Jul 29 Darla Haven
Charmour
I laugh—
Every time I’m on the edge of breaking.
When tears slip down,
Uninvited,
From eyes that were never meant to spill them.

I laugh with all I’ve got,
As if the sound can drown the ache—
As if pretending
Can make the pain behave.

I wear a smile like armor,
A mask of joy the world applauds.
But beneath it all—
Is a soul quietly screaming,
Begging to be held,
To be heard.

To be told:
It’s okay to cry.
It’s not weakness to feel.
It’s not a sin to break
 Jul 29 Darla Haven
Charmour
i wish someone's
dark brown eyes
made me write—
each line steeped
in love,
each poem
a quiet devotion,
a place to drown
softly
in their gaze.

i wish
there were arms
to run to
when nothing felt right,
a heartbeat
to rest inside
when the world
grew too loud.
I want to be seen not looked at
I want someone to see me
To see everything between the lines
Flaws
Scars
And perfections-if there are any
To see is different from to look
Sometimes we look but we do not see
But is it truly what I want?
And if they do not like what they see,
What then would happen?
To open up to someone is the greatest form of intimacy.
To see what has been hidden from view for so long
To be seen beyond looks
To be valued beyond words
To be praised
Appreciated
understood
And
Seen.
I haven't posted in a while been busy with school.
how is June coming along for everyone?
 Jul 28 Darla Haven
lizie
i don’t want to be
alone
i don’t know what i’ll
do
 Jul 28 Darla Haven
eliana
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.

Some we love, some we don't.
Some we'll savor, some we won't.

Some grounding, some uplifting,
Some long-lasting, some constantly shifting.

No matter what feelings I'm feeling today,
I know tomorrow is only a day away.
A great tragedy occurs when the bad days numb us to the good ones. Try to enjoy the good days, because they don't last that long. Try not to fear the bad days, because they won't last that long. Whether time is currently your friend or foe, however it can help you today, remember today won't last that long.
 Jul 28 Darla Haven
eliana
From lots of laughter, splashing and playing, and sharing memories
to it
coming to an end.
I just came back from my bsfs party. i had so much fun ,I feel sad now that it ended :(. Most likely wont see my whole friend group until school starts and I honestly feel like crying bc of it. (ik it sounds dumb)
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