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 Apr 17 Julie
Blue Sapphire
I often ask myself :

"Why is it so easy to die
for someone you love ,
and yet so hard to live on
for someone who cares?"
 Apr 17 Julie
lizie
i care
 Apr 17 Julie
lizie
i mess everything up
i can’t stop crying
i don’t know how to make things right
i’m not supposed to be a person that hurts others
i only hurt myself
i care
 Apr 17 Julie
lizie
help
 Apr 17 Julie
lizie
i need help but it feels impossible to ask
 Apr 17 Julie
lizie
i miss knowing your life,
not just you.
i know your soul like it’s my own,
yet i don’t even know
what daily life looks like to you anymore.
you took a part of me
that day in early july,
a part of me i’ll never get back,
but wouldn’t want to, either.
you took summer with you
and since then
things haven’t been the same.
 Apr 9 Julie
Lyda M Sourne
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
Sometimes I feel an overwhelming amount of hatred,
Sometimes I hate myself,
Sometimes I hate the people around me,
Sometimes I wake up and I wish I slept forever,
Sometimes I lose the urge to live,
Sometimes I merely exist,
Sometimes I feel sad,
Sometimes I feel angry,
But I hate it when I’m sad,
Sometimes I think bad thoughts,
Sometimes I feel sad,
But maybe it is okay,
Sometimes I don’t feel okay,
Maybe it is okay to not be okay,
Sometimes I want to cry,
Sometimes I want to disappear,
Sometimes I feel awful,
But maybe it is okay to be sad,
Maybe we all feel sad,
And just maybe it is okay.
 Apr 6 Julie
Self
It feels like I'm stuck in a curse,
Falling too hard, and always falling first.
Maybe it’s the way I love,
Maybe love isn’t meant for me,
But is it so wrong to want it, to want to be seen?
Let this curse be undone, let there be a turn,
Shift the stars, change the script,
Let the love I give finally return.
For once, let it be me who’s found,
The one who's chosen, the one unbound.
 Apr 6 Julie
Lostling
Dear Friends,

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for my apathy
and empathy, my lack of words. I'm sorry
for thinking of you as r-
replacements for... everyone
and everything I lost.
I'm sorry for
being
the way I am, that I'm not
what I used to be

I'm-
I'm sorry
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