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It is time to find yourself
What may have been your destiny
Has become a whispering voice
Sit next to me my friend
Tell me what you hear
Burden me with your grief
Ask me the questions of life
And though I may answer
I cannot change the past
Yet I wish to comfort you
To tell you of your beauty
Of the dignity within your pain
Of the purity of your thoughts
Of the worth in your suffering
For you, life has begun
You have known love and loss
Every emotion has become yours
You may begin again
With the wisdom of living
Of being a human being
With no fear of misunderstanding
With the honesty of one who grieves
Unafraid of sadness
Unafraid to bear your heart
Unafraid to cry
Unafraid to pray
Worthy of good
Worthy of blessings
Worthy of love
To receive
And to give
For as you knew to love your children
Now too you know how to say goodbye
It is the message you could only feel
Not from your parents
But from life
As not everything can be taught
We cannot be taught sadness
We do not seek this lesson
Though we know it is written
And while the world sleeps around you
You are now awake
Forever
Because life never sleeps for those who have suffered
But should life be easy or hard?
We experience day and night
But there is light at night
And shadows by day
And shadows by night
And light by day
There is good
And bad
In time you will know the answer
It will come to you along your new path
As you compare your misfortunes
With those of others
In the knowing that all men must perish
And that our time is not for our glory
But for his
And in this you find your place
So that you may heal again
As you ready yourself again for your life
Yes
Sit next to me my friend
And unburden yourself
For in troubles
We come closer to God
And in comfort
We come closer to each other
i see the stiffness
in you smile
this christmas
tears from crocodile
was all you got
was all you need
but on afterthought
why does this impede
me so much more
than it should
if i was to ignore
would it do any good

i do doubt it
for it does
clot and knot
every neuron
spawnss great
hexagons
pentagons
and other shameful shapes
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i can't help but feel like i am partially to blame
for everything that happened to you
i left when you needed me
and now when i see you and you smile at me
i know it is out of shame and pity
and you try to say hello
but i hear the shaking in your voice
and i saw the signs
and i saw the markings that lead you to where you are now
and i think about what i could have done to change this
but remember you didn't want to be changed
but i tried to hard

and i heard you crying for help
but why didn't you accept it?
was it attention that you wanted
did you get what you needed?

and i heard you screaming and swearing at me
dont look at me like that
how could you
and i know you were mad because i intervened
but i couldn't let you waste away

although look now
where have you gone?
where will you go from here?

i passed you yesterday
and we looked at one another
and then we looked away
not saying a word
not even a smile
or a wave
There wasn't a lot
I could do for you
With the distance and everything else
I couldn't give you much
Only some small piece of myself
And the image of my body bare
For you to keep
I would like to think the fantasy I spun
Helped you in some way
I know it probably didn't
And it was foolish nonetheless to play a game of falsity
The reality of us sunk in too deeply
Too quickly
And all at once
Our future,
There was none
I forget that in reference
I didn't have the time to care
So I stopped all at once
I'm sorry for that
I hope I broke your heart enough
For you to be able to write a song about it
Maybe melody and lyrics
With some semblance of us in them
I hope wherever you are
You are getting closer to happy
I hope you still think of me.
I know you do.
It's Christmas day
Everyone's smiling
Everyone's fake.
Joy is lacking,
Emptiness is raging,
and no one cares
about anyone,
just everyTHING.
Why have we gotten
So superficial?
What has come
To the world,
That we should behave,
In such a way?
You get everything on your list.
It's still not enough.
You should be content,
But your fake smile
Is the closest thing
To happiness you know.
Your family is together,
But that may truly be
A bad thing.
Because, suddenly,
No one is themselves,
And you're all transforming
Into little Barbie dolls.
This Christmas,
Just like all of the last,
You ask yourself,
Why isn't it enough?
Well, I'll tell you why.
You're focusing on the wrong,
And not the right,
The bad,
Rather than the good,
Santa,
Rather than Jesus.
I'm sick of how fake Christmas has gotten. I swear, now it is all just some giant marketing ploy.
I can't handle this **** anymore
Constant worrying
Am I good enough?
Do I look okay?
I used to be the type that didn't care what people would think
But now I can't escape it
I used to hide my flaws and imperfections
Now it seems like that is all I have left
Flaws and Imperfections
Nothing ever seems to go right for me anymore
It's like a constant battle to keep on living
I don't know how much more of this **** I can take before I just break
No one seems to notice what I'm going through
Struggling each and everyday to get out of bed
Always wondering if I should be dead
I don't think anyone would even notice if I were to just disappear
Hell, they may even do a little cheer
Like "Yay, the girl with no self-esteem finally left"
"Now I don't have to carry this burden around on my chest"
They won't have to wonder if I'm having a "bad" day
Or if I even want to stay
Stay alive or stay hidden
Those thoughts are forbidden
No one cares how you feel
They just care about what is "real"
No one will notice if you leave this place and never come back
The only thing they'll care about is all the people who will talk smack
They'll talk about how they loved you so much
And offered you help, but you wouldn't take it
No one will even stop to think about how bad you were hurting
All the pain you felt
All the stress that kept building up
No one will stop and think to themselves "Was there something I could have done to make this all 'better'?"
They'll think about the "good" times that you all had together
But it will be too late
You will already be gone
So I sit here and think to myself
"How much more of this can I handle before I break?"
And my answer is -
I can't handle this..
#stress #anxiety #loneliness #depression #sadness
Please stop trying to **** yourself,
That was supposed to be me.
I'm worried about you.
You're killing both of us,
and it's only supposed to be me.
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