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Ari Mar 18
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I wish "home"  is where my heart is.
Ari Mar 18
I want to help you heal
and put you back together.
But how can I,
when I have my own storm to weather?
How can I,
when I need the glue to fix my own cracks?
How can I,
when I'm still struggling to stay on track?
How do I shelter you
and comfort you in pain,
when my own efforts to
heal myself all end in vain?

How can I spend so much time,
worrying about you,
when I'm breaking,
fragile,
and barely holding up too?
We live in a world with more than 8 billion people, each with sadness and fear, wouldn't the world be so much better if we each had someone to help dry our tears? Kindness is rare, and don't we all want to be unique?
Ari Mar 11
The words,
Bang,
Thud,
Echo,
in my head.
They trap me,
cage me,
weigh me down.

"You're stupid"

"You're worthless"

"No one likes you"

I'm imprisoned in my own mind.
Will I ever be free?
  Mar 10 Ari
alia
Ugh, Why Didn’t I Say Something?

Okay, so like… there was a time,
When you liked me, and I liked you—what a crime.
But I didn’t know, I was so clueless,
And now I’m here, feeling kinda useless.

You’re cute, you’re tall, it’s actually unfair,
And I catch myself trying not to stare.
Do you still feel the same, or is it too late?
Am I stuck overthinking while you’ve moved on straight?

I wish I had said it, just got it all out,
Instead of sitting here filled with doubt.
But maybe—just maybe—you still feel it too,
And you’re wondering the same thing about me and you.
Ari Mar 6
I want someone to love me,
someone to make me smile.
someone to always help me
lift my head back up high.
I want someone to worry, think of me and simply care,
someone who wants my shattered heart,
someone who'll accept me
even when I'm laid bare.
Will I ever get someone like this?
Who thinks of me in bliss?
But now in the middle of the night,
I wonder if I'll ever be alright.
I havent been online for so long T.T  I just randomly decided to spew some words out of my head
Ari Feb 22
I'm sorry.
I'm so,
so sorry,
I really am trying my best..
but don't you know
that I'll just never be better than the rest?
I'm sorry I can't be what you want or need.
Although,
I'm trying,
and I know that should be enough.
But you just don't think it's tough.
Another depressing poem y'all but I know a lot of people feel the same..
Ari Feb 17
secrets are like baby birds
once they break out of their shells..
they leave the nest, and fly around, free.
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