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Through These EyesEvery day of your life,
have your parents insult you and make you feel like shit.
Have them praise you when their friends are around,
but all hell break loose if you forget one thing.
Have them blame you for everything,
and then end your speech when you try to fight back.
Have them question your sanity,
and have them poke fun at everything that's wrong with you.
Have them tell you how selfish you are,
as others cannot comprehend how you are so selfless.
Be afraid of being near them.
Be afraid of being gone for too long.
Be afraid of thinking.
Be afraid of breathing.
Be afraid to speak.
Scream for help
and have people ignore your pleas.
Deal with this for your entire life,
while the only reason you're even alive is because people keep saying
"One day things will be better."
Have that said to you for 4748 days.
Then be asked/forced to stay.
Be told that your mental health is nearly not as important as your physical health
A Boy I KnowWell well well
my true friends are still here,
dear pen and paper.
I have stories for you,
There is one story though.
A story of a boy I know.
He's brilliant,but he has a problem.
He's been administered poison for the past few years.
It's not all his fault, it masqueraded as friendship.
Poor thing, many nights he's endured horrors.
Horror's his poison "saved" him from.
Then we met and grew close, despite our flaws.
We found trust in each other, with no reason to back it up.
When I first saw this poison, I pointed it out.
"Dear, maybe you might find comfort in forgoing your poison tonight."
He stated that the poison was no poison,rather it was comfort.
Bewildered, I accepted what he said and nursed him to health.
Things had returned to a dull state of fantasy, when it got worse.
Only a month later...
The poison was calling him so strongly, as if it had turned into his lover.
It was demanding more time, again as if it had turned into his lover.
I'm doneIt's not okay.
You think you can screw me
over like that?
You spoil my genetics,
Now you're tempting my present?
Nuh-uh. Not gonna happen.
You think you got all the power.
Let me tell you something,
That poison you emit into my brain,
it is not working anymore.
I am NOT the victim anymore,
I am NOT gonna stay parked.
I'm getting out and moving on.
Hey Momma dragon,
I'm not your daughter anymore.
DoneThink about it for one minute.
Take away your prejudice,
All the hate in your scorned heart,
And just listen.
We're at the dawn of a social collapse,
And all we worry about is nearly petty.
People are dying,
But not by a physical illness,
A mental one.
Everyday we are bombarded with what's "right,"
How we should look, act, and feel.
Those who can't stack up become forgotten.
They become lost and feel alone
with people telling them it's a delusion,
That they're making it up.
What have we become?
We're encouraging the death,
by refusing those to speak up.
This is where my voice is,
I can't speak out of here.
Nothing but slander,
and hurt fill my mind.
I'm done blaming myself.
This is all your fault,
I blame you for the world,
and our minds.
Give me the pills,
String up my noose.
I spoke ill of our society,
I won't stop,
I have to die.
UnsaidThere are so many thoughts
Talk of how we should
appreciate out loved ones
and remind them every chance.
Why are these thoughts unsaid?
Many of these thoughts are
gems of knowledge,
the hearts of our true feelings,
and oceans of creativity.
If we are to do what people say we should,
why aren't we allowed to?
Censorship is not what I'm talking about.
Why are people so unwilling to hear
thoughts not congruent with theirs?
Everyone thinks differently;
A similar thought found all on its own,
by two different people,
with no one else causing it,
should be rare.
My thoughts are unsaid,
because of my fear.
My fear that we are in the reality
of an unaccepting world.
Broken HeartI thought today,
I thought about everything
on a long, long walk.
My heart, my heart keeps hurting.
I've yet to do anything to harm it,
Physically that is.
I walked three miles,
Letting my feet carry me.
Breathing hurts my heart,
I don't feel right...
They say this is nothing,
Me being the age I am.
I don't know though.
I saw two dead birds on my walk.
They were so small,
it looked like they just fell.
Why did they die?
This doesn't feel right.
Why does my heart hurt so much?
I've been hurt before
but this sting is lasting longer than normal.
Can you die from a broken heart?
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