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Who decided my feelings don't count?
What could I have done to be heard?
Where could I have been safe?
When can I shed this burden?
How can I move on after all this?

Why?

Just.

Fucking.

Why?

The Mourning of Potential

I only called her Mom
a few times
before she passed

She SAW my pain
and she knew
my potential.

She taught me
MY past doesn't
prevent my future

It gives me energy
I can unleash
In the PRESENT

I just can't help
to wish she
didn't DIE

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Wake up.
House to myself.
Fake up.
Pretend all is well.
Shake up.
Little orange bottles.
#Brave up.
Look in the mirror.
Slave up.
Go to fucking work.

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My dad failed to teach,
But he did learn me something.

Stand out of arm's reach,
And 'No, I didn't see nothing' .

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Intrusive thoughts violate the mind.
Induces anxiety that obliterates calm.
Inner turmoil punctuates the day.
Intense memories inundate me.

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If love comes from the heart.
and your heart always beats.
Then when I beat myself up,
The circle is complete.

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Time is finite. Pain is unlimited.

I refuse to be willingly ignorant,
But I know I #spread myself thin.

To my own happiness, I'm indifferent,
It's not important to how I win.

'Love thyself', to this I'm belligerent,
I flagellate thyself for lovers and kin.

Why?
Why do I try?
Why don't I just die?

I ran past the finish line,
A long time ago,
My eyes where shut,
So didn't know.
I have survived,
And have no energy left to grow.

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