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I told you that I was a hurricane.
I told you that if you got too close,
I would wreck you.
But, you didn't listen.
Why didn't you listen to me?
Now it's too late,
and I've done the damage.
I wrecked your heart,
like storms tear homes apart.
They never mean to,
it's just habitual.
I never meant to break you.
But, I did.
You should have listened.
Hurricanes are named after girls like me.
When I feel myself unhappy
I take up my pen and my diary.
Then I sit by the window on my chair,
From where; I can feel the blowing air.

Subsequently I begin to write
I write about the ‘Sight’
I write about my pain
I write like a crazy insane.
I write about my feelings
I write about every thing.

No matter it (story) is a good one or bad
But I only write to escaped from sad.
I don’t expect it to be great
I don’t expect it in a higher rate
I only write to get relief of my pain
I don’t write for gaining my fame.

Only writing brings me tranquility
Only writing removes my anxiety.
This is why I always write
And this is why I will keep write.
We must not forget
to acknowledge the stillness
that lives around us.
I'm an anxiety driven teen ****-up.
I let my fears drag me on a leash.
I make the wrong choices in every situation
And I can never really sleep.

My meals consist of nothing.
I feel overweight and unclean.
I feel mostly suicidal
But I can't **** myself
I'm afraid of the unseen.

I am a walking paradox.
Tired but won't sleep.
Hungry but won't eat.
I am the embodiment of stupid
But isn't that every teen?

I'm an anxiety driven teen ****-up.
Just give up on me and leave.
Tear me up into pieces,
And run from the crime scene.
Something I wrote while in class about an hour ago. I think it needs work but I'm not sure on how to fix it...
 Oct 2015 Kate MacDonald
Luke
It’s been nearly fifteen years and I’ve all but forgotten your face,
your name still echoes a void inside my chest,
it’s the only part of you that remains.
I was too young to remember you completely.
I was too young to understand your pain.
But the lesson I’ve learned from your departure,
is that broken hearts often fill early graves.

You left a letter and I can only imagine what it said.
We don’t blame you for what you did
just know that things haven’t been the same since.
You were a light. A lantern. A guiding star.
But in the end even the brightest sparks succumb to the dark.
And I’ve made it a point in life to be an example of everything you are.
I don’t believe in a life after this but I know wherever I’ve been,
you were never all that far.

And I know there’s a thousand sad songs out there
but you know they’re all unique,
because though everyone has lost someone
they’ll never know what you meant to me.
And I wish you were here,
oh, how I wish you had ******* stayed,
cause maybe things would be different now.
Maybe we’ll have our chance to find out someday.
This one is extremely personal to me and one I have been wanting to write for a long time but could never figure out how to do it justly. My Auntie Natalie, my godmother, my mother's best friend throughout high school, committed suicide years and years ago when I was a young child. At the time, I was too young to understand what had happened but my mum told me she died of a broken heart. Natalie left a massive void when she died, I know my mother hasn't been the same since, there's an infinite sadness in her even to this day. It's crazy to think how much a person can affect your life.
 Oct 2015 Kate MacDonald
Luke
Conquer the world or so we agreed,
but now that we’re here, do we have the need
for such a place so full of apathy and greed?
This isn’t how we thought it would be.

Set out to see the places on our screens,
but nothing is like it was supposed to be,
there’s a sadness here and there’s a sadness there,
so thick we could choke ourselves upon the tangible despair.

Hopes shattered in plain sight.
This is where dreamers go to die.

All the longest days, all the sleepless nights,
wasted on horizons upon which we had set our sights.
Now there’s nothing left to sink our teeth into but misery
and the bitter taste of a life lived in perpetual reverie.

World shattered in plain sight.
This is where dreamers live to die.
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