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I wanted to post this only in my blog because privacy and such...but I love the SE forum and was feeling left out from the fun =p but I was also feeling really blehh about this poem. Been rusty in writing these days.
I. Every
Every morning and every night
I make a choice to put up a fight
To push through the day
To get through the night
To calm down through fight or flight
Every minute I endure longer
Is one minute shorter
That thought should set me free
To know pain won't last for eternity
But I don't get comfort
I only get pain
To know I don't know when
Life will be taken from my hands
Every breath is uncalled for
Unnecessary and inappropriate
I'm not wanted nor entitled to stay
Yet I'm somehow here anyway
How am I still here?
What am I still doing here?
How many bloodstained towels does it take,
to finally disappear?
II. Just
I just want it to end now
Instead of living in chronic depression
I just want to it to end now
Instead of waiting for better
I just want it to end now
Instead of a storm to pass.
This isn't a storm.
This is a puncture to my soul
This is shattered glass
Particles disperse
Clings to the fabric of my being
Internal bleeding
Splotches of black purple blue
Stains my skin
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first