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Dear Heart,
I'm feeling so lost tonight
I'm stuck in a limbo
I'm no where near dead and I'm not quite alive.
Oh Heart, you were right, it's not your fault
I am my own cycle of depression and anxiety.
Forgive me Heart
As I end it all tonight
I will no longer force you to go on.
Just one more fight as I stop breathing
And I cut myself off from you
Just one more fight until you are drained and give in
Then I will be set
free
.
Oh Heart, if only you knew.
 Dec 2015 SECERT ACCOUNT
ryn
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O                                                                                  
•• i really don't see the need to                                
•• dictate•the way the dishes are                           
•• sorted in order in the sink •i                              
•• don't see the point in being                                
   •• irate• if the door creaks when you try to think•
    •• i can't tell apart between emotions you feel•sad-
   •• ness and disappointment, they look the same to
   •• me•i do not care  if it's mauve or teal•for good-
    •• ness sake, the  cushions...,  they look fine to me!!
    •• •well, i now wave my white flag and surrender
     ••                             • because all these  differences...
     ••                           don't matter at all•just know that
     ••                          i have sworn to love you forever•
••                                                      ­                          
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
                                        *even if you drive me insane
                                        and up the wall•
Concrete Poem 19 of 30

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They packed my existence away
in ***** card board boxes.
 Nov 2015 SECERT ACCOUNT
Ell
I learned that sometimes life doesn’t always hand you lemons.  Sometimes life hands you a grenade with the clip already pulled and it blows up in your face. Well, besides the fact that this type of hand grenade doesn’t **** you… not yet anyways.
Life hands you obstacle after obstacle. Trial after trial. Heart break after heart break.
Life is hard, but you are tough.
I know what it is like to feel alone in a crowded room. To feel like no one understands. To cry in the shower so no one can hear you sob and grasp for air. I know what it feels like when you feel like you can’t do anything anymore.
I learned that no one can make me happy. Maybe for a few days, a few weeks, or maybe even a few months, but it doesn’t last long.
Depression is real, and it lives inside people you wouldn’t even imagine.
Depression almost killed me.
Life handed me depression, like a grenade with the clip already pulled and it blew up… in my face. Life isn’t easy, not with depression. But dealing with depression is something that not many can do.
But that’s what I learned. I learned how to deal with being sad 97% of the time. I learned how to look in the mirror and accept what was there. I learned how to cry softer, and not speak my opinion all the time, because I know no one gives a **** about what I feel or what I think. I learned that not every situation needs a reaction. I learned that you can’t trust those who you once thought you could.
That’s what I learned.
 Nov 2015 SECERT ACCOUNT
zks
A ghost town.
I can't describe it any other way.
The street lights are still glowing even though the sidewalk hasn't kissed the feet of anyone that wasn't just passing through in a while.
I don't know how to draw it out as anything other than abandonment.
The only one left is me, and I am not the best company to the hollow hallways and broken buildings that were left to fend for themselves.
Trust me.
I'm trying to describe it the best I can, but I have no idea how to portray the quiet of an empty home.
This ******* town is full of people, but I'm the only one.
I'm the only one who writes eulogies for the ones that are just passing through.
Don’t you dare, for one minute,
believe that my kindness makes me
anything but insurmountable.
I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt,
and stagger back, wounded and alive,
just to hear you call me weak for trying.
I opened my door to Heartache–
I gave her the ******* key.
My softness for wayward strangers
has made me nothing less
than a halfway house for aching soles.
So when you open your mouth
and call me ‘baby’
understand that I am not your next victim
in a laundry list of broken girls.
You think I don’t know you? People like you?
People with mouths for hands.
I’ve got skin like topsoil
and your teeth could never take root.
So when you go looking to make a plaything
of a sunburst,
you better look for someone with less fire
than me.
Because softness or no,
I will eat you alive
before I let you make a meal of me.
I thought about driving my car into a tree tonight
these words in my head, when they come out they don't come out right
i wish i had the guts to ask you if you still love me
or if you ever loved me
you don't know what you do to me
i wonder if you did, would you want anything to do with me?
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