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Fish The Pig Aug 2016
Please
I know I was mean
I know I was rude
Please
just remember
I'm only 19
I'm only nineteen
I've never had a home
I've always been on my own
I'm only nineteen
acting 30
pressure
so much ******* pressure
can you hear it through the sobs
the neighbors knocking at my door can
please
remember I'm still just a kid
I'm still so little
I'm still living in that day
when my own father tried to take my life away
please forgive me
I'm trying so hard
but it's all so ******* much
and I'm so overwhelmed
and i'm so ******* tired
and the worst part
is that I'm doing my best
I'm doing everything i can
why doesn't anyone care
why doesn't anyone cut me slack
I'm nineteen
I'm still just a kid
It's still 2002
I wan to watch cartoons
please i can't breath
I'm sorry I told you to go
come back
come back
leave
come back
I don't know what to do
I don't know what to do


I am so tired
I'm sorry Rob I promised I wouldn't break
please I tried so hard
Fish The Pig Aug 2016
It feels like I can never win,

each step drawing my breath thin,

spending my time sharing pointless memes

pretending I don't see horrors that haunt me in my dreams,

I try so hard

I play my rarest card

but my fists still beat in defeat-

It feels like I can never win.
Fish The Pig Jul 2016
,
,
I say with tears in my eyes
,
,
Remember, Fish, you're the one that said good-bye.
Fish The Pig Jul 2016
"I want someone to take care of me"
she proclaimed

"Hmph, You should take care of yourself!"
they replied

and with a bleeding heart
she ****** her nose to the air
and spat
"I've been doing that too ******* long"
I've always been there for me, it's time someone else was too.
Fish The Pig Jul 2016
Who are you,
that likes my poems?
Who adds them to your collections
                                           shares
                                           likes
                                           comments
who are you,
to react to my emotion?

Would you, too,
like the way that I laugh?
Would you collect memories with me
                     share your hopes and dreams
                     like my smile
                     comment on the way I dress
would you, too,
react to my stories of what prompted these words?

Who are you, that reads my poetry?
and if we met,
should you think of me, too, as poetry?
could we be friends?
Fish The Pig Jun 2016
With her arms wrapped around herself,
she grew old,
and let the years weather her,
into stone
They called the statue, "the dying girl"
Fish The Pig Jun 2016
I come home

and there is no one to hold me
I'm cold
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