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Can't eat
Can't sleep
Can't stop crying
Can't breathe
Can't live
Can't do dying
Can't write
Can't read
Can't scream aloud
Can't choose
Can't break
Can't shut down
Can't fly
Can't fall
Can't let them know
Can't speak
Can't stay
But still can't go
I don't -ing know what to do anymore
We may have the same eye's
but I use mine differently

We may have the same heart
but I use mine differently

I'm Different cause I do things differently
I'm different cause I wear things differently

I may stand out differently in many ways
but I love it
and I love being different

I Am Different
People are faced with the fact that they are different and other people don't realize that it's a great thing. So in this poem I'm saying that people should be happy that they are different and they should use the different things in the way that makes them happy.
I thought I found My Thing
The one I'm the best at.
That girl walks in,
just at day one.
She's talented,
pretty, perfect,
better.

All my years of hard work
crushed.
Within seconds.
I'm not good enough.
Ever.
Am I?

Every time I think I found My Thing,
it gets taken away from me.

I know I'm selfish but
why
only for one time,
Can't I
be the best?
I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy

To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug

The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.
Let’s not sleep—
let’s overthink!
Let’s rethink
every awkward blink.

Let’s write a novel
in our head,
then cry about
what we should’ve said.

Sleep is boring.
Peace is fake.
Let’s spiral till
the morning breaks.

— The End —