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It began with wings, leathery skin of a night dweller. Hiding in plain sight under the veil of darkness. It could not live nor die, it only was. Coated in toxicity and bathed in the very blood that worshiped it.
Learned the word humble long after the meaning was lost. Just another product of tax payer exhaustion. It hurts when referred to as perfect by the person that hurt you the most. But ima keep it humble
Learned the word humble long after the meaning was lost. Just another product of tax payer exhaustion. It hurts when referred to as perfect by the person that hurt you the most. But ima keep it humble
The familiar scratching at the inner linings of your throat like a cat scratching at the walls, screaming to be let out. The sensation of your airways closing like that time when a man you did not know choked you for reasons you did not know.
I run when I'm scared I run when I laugh I run through my hair I run from a graph I run through time I run and I'm close
Who am I? But a demon in the deep. I might not be like you, But I still need air to breathe. Is it you who will drown me? You who force me down? I fight, not for a victory,
There are things that mentally ill is, and there are things it most definitely is not.   Something it’s not is when middle school boys post bart simpson edits to songs by X.   
Crying alone in the dark Every night it is the same  I’m too sick to make friends And way Too tired to smile   
Let me tell you of the week I grew up. No, not physically but mentally and emotionally. The physical age does not matter; what matters is that the week before I loved candy.
I lost years of my life to a box with no air, To the simulated felatio, the thought of company that wasn't there.   Wrap your fate around your finger and give way, We'll find our way out of here someday.  
Anxiety stirs my stomach like a lost ship at sea.  I have no control  which way the wind is blowing. I'm alone.   You were mean it was kind. 
Today we formally say goodbye. It seems like all I do. Today I'm sick and snotty, Scared.
I always knew my aunt was a fighter  Since she was a little girl she had been fighting for her life, suffering in health, but exceeding in everything else
“Don’t talk to me in that tone!” Yes, mother, I apologize for my insolent self.  
I have lost weight since I was in fifth grade and I know this because I have tracked my weight, watching it go up and down, like a child on a Carousel. I am only a freshman in High School,
I wonder if you know that I love you With all of my broken, twisted love, With all of the love you threw back at me,  And all the indifference you used to drown me.   I fight the love you give me;
Different but similar, in distinct scenes Interpretations of that which is “eternal” Some of the bounded in settings infernal, Variations seen      In the beginning, man created ideas
I hear them whisper               just outside my door. They say I am not likely         to last another day.   I know this all too well.          My fate, I have accepted.  
I'm talking about the metaphorical kind (but not really). You can die from stress. My teacher once told me if you got sick enough your brain melts and you drown. To put it bluntly,
Face to face with my reflection In your toilet bowl again. I love you so much that the thrill Of your skin and your touch makes me ill, And the contents of inside must spill To make room for how much I feel.
Flowers made for war. A bullet for my sweetheart. I do kind things, These wonderful sweet things, But I want to see you bleed. Arousal from your torment, And a smile for your pain.
I’ve been avoiding writing a poem about you
 I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so sick! When I was young, I had no idea, I would be sick, all I knew, is I wanted to be playing SUE and BETTY With my sister LOL the grown-up game, when I was nine.
The wheel of the year started with me in the sleeping death that is ashen winter snow. Everything that had been there had burned away; only charred remnants were left in the dead sea of what was.  
As much as I wish I could be UNstoppable There’s no way that could ever happen Because my immune system is my obstacle You want me to have perfect attendance?
I am beyond tired of people Shaming the mentally ill. This day in which we live Tells us that if we are sad Than it is not as bad as we think. That we need to pull up our pants  and grow up
”im not hungry” , says the stomachthe stretch of the esophagus is in yoga practice with my stomach lininginstead of dining there is immense thirstoften for fine winewhich feels like kisses past my tonsils
Stomach shriveled Legs weak Loss of appetite Loss of sleep Constantly freezing Constantly stressed Why oh why am I so depressed? Hunger is gnawing I'm feeling so faint
Through tears, Through the months, Through the pain, I wait. Many feel sorry, Many stare, Many judge, But they don't get me. Pain is a hurdle, Pain is a challenge,
Forced, terrrified, pain, lonely, hurting. Forced to deal with the truth of a sheltered life. Terrifed of what came next. Pain for what what was, what could have been, for him, for his future wife.
Just come around, So that I can be found. You can't always cope, But you will always find hope. In sickness and death, Every second could be his last breath.
You don't know how much it hurt  When you came home collapsing. Words slurred together into a sentence, At least that's what I think it was. You stumbled like a baby taking its first steps,
The acids in my stomach threaten to erupt out of me when I think of him with someone else.  I see the color of the sky at dusk and think of him.  I think of how overly confident he is with himself,
Sometimes the hardest thing is not being sick. Watching the world drag by from a second story window, too far away for anyone to notice, too separated for anyone to care.
I press my forehead against your cheek,A hypochondriac child desperately pleas with fear,“Am I sick? Am I sick?” 
Sick world
Sick world
I think the way the trees kiss the same wind that knocks them off their roots is as fascinating as the woman who says goodbye to her lover hopeful that he won't fall into the arms of another
Being sick to me, iswaking up due to that small subtle crease in the bed causing
I feel sick. Sick of myself. Sick of my life.
Thoughts of Blue  
what does one write  when ones mind is white, when the screen is blank and the words aren't right?   what can one say  at the end of the day when the scars fade metallic 
I dreamt of you last night. 
Your tongue was too bitter for my senses So I attached my lips to the hollows of your hipbones instead And counted the number of breaths you took in the spaces you once filled with "I love you"'s,
One lip slaps against the other expelling a wet and horrid sound. Digesting food waging battle with the tongue. It’s all on display for the world to see! Sea food is not meant to be seen
I wish I could hug you, look you in the eyes, tell you that everything will be okay; that I will take care of everything when you're gone. But I can't.  
Three months early Twins born too small Doctors wondered If they'd even live at all   Months went by From the hospital we were released The older sister first
I would change it all To be free, or maybe just me To be seen, as me
I have always felt sick, wounded, and worn. I have been sick since the day that I was born. My body became my own worst enemy Constantly working so hard to kill me,
I’m not bullied,not me.I never have been,and I probably won’t be.But I’m sickand I’m tiredof watching these people laugh at other people.
  are apples acidic or is it just me are they basic why cant i let this be my throat burns cant even take a sip whats wrong with me am i sick no that cant be
    
Chills Reaching deep within my soul they breed Multiplying, festering Unable to stop them, unable to take control I retreat, trying to preserve the little sanity left 
Recently I met a friend Ana was her name She introduced me to another, mia, The two, almost the same.   They told me of the perfect girl Put pictures in my head
They plugged into my artery with a needle named “IV”
He remembers neither my name,
I've been walking these streets for a long time.
Sarah She was born into an orphanage Her reading disability is awful Her emotionally traumatized brain can't help it Her life spent without being wanted   Justin Wishes he didn't have parents.
There's snot in my nose And a pounding in my head. I don't wanna be at school. I'd much rather be in BED. Teacher, quit your talking, guys, just please shut up! I want my fuzzy blanket,
If her body temp's over one hundred degrees, she can stay home from class, get out of jail free. Got her wisdom teeth out? She'll pop some pills, she has an excuse, and no one doubts she's ill 
No I wont fall into those traps Go away I know I can function just like everybody else Stop it I will get over this myself Let go I can fight this  Quit pulling
Run in circles like a mouse in a trap. Squeak, squeak: "I’m a victim. Everyone else is a cat  Playing with the end of my tail. " Only the strongest shall avail.
It courses through the viens thick as molases, hot as fire. Quickley spreading like fast moving trains, it brings on that unwanted desire.   Clouds roll in, bringing that unimaginable din,
The sun went down, but I'm still here.    There's still a tube inside me.       My dinner tray is in the sink.          The whiteboard says my name. The thermostat reads "55"-- that's something
I wrote this poem for you, and i supose it will be the last one I'll ever do. I know I have to let you go, but i just want you to know. That you'll akways be in my heart. Just like from the very start.
Why are you crying?  I'm still here, I'm still alive,  Still panting,  Still loving.     Do you remember?  When I could swim?  When I could jump?  When I could run?  
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My body doesn't seem to want to work anymore.
Dreams fade Goals aid   It's the cold brigade The heart played Hands swayed And hair frayed   Dreams delayed Goals persuade
Each morning, the white sun rises over Jasper Street.         It peeks over the maple trees,                     it hides from cloud to cloud,
Waking up to a cacophony of noise, I arose to a familiar place. A place so much like home but still far from it. It was small, too small for four Maybe five for a time.
What has this world come to? People too involved with themselves or should I say vain ... over consumed Using others just to get by or too pretentious to just be themselves, flaws and all ... and not hide
Something isn't right,  this feeling I feel. I see no sight, but this is real.   This insane pain, is something I can't handle. I hide away in shame,
Have you ever felt lonely? The only being made fun of or looked at in a classroom? Well welcome to reality that`s what lifes about   My life as Chanaya
Standing at the door with tears to the floor Memories of Lou come rushing some more Once on a sunny day a little lost soul came my way  With love and care I earned his trust  and soon he was apart of us 
In a world full of pain and fear she finds peace In a world full of darkness and cold she finds light and warmth In a world full of despair she finds faith   She knows not of the life outside this dark room
My family brought me home cradled in their arms.They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.
When ones so close to death You didn't even notice you took your last breath Your still alive and yet there's so much hope We all pray here Left with cope Your still young you've got so much left to see
Give me your time and I’ll share with you this story of mine, it’s the only thing I have left you see, my life was cleansed by the sea. My home washed away it was the only place I had left to stay.
Sugar’s eyes are like a vivid love story. Sugar’s heart is like a forever rhyme. Even though life was full of woe and worry, Those memories will survive even time.
Alone, not wanted by anyone Feelings of love no longer entwine my heart. I am on the brink of chaos, destruction, hopelessness. Darkness swirls around me Clouding my hopes, my dreams.
Dog Yearning For Loving Adoption Day Home
The prisoners treated life as game Yet, surprised to be locked in rusty cells There's nobody except themselves to blame Harshly punished if anyone rebels
One quick fix Will fill the cell Yet who in this Will become well? A man is sick His brain is blind A lobotomy will clear his mind.
A night in the park A house, a house Intimidation Trepidation My child, my child Innocent victim Silent victim Dry tears Hopelessness looms Eyes closed Eyes open Bliss
We fight and we fuss, But in me you must trust! Because you are the one I LOVE? These are all lies a man will use to get what he wants. Very sickening thoughts! DON'T fall for the things he has bought!
My eyes are inflamed from what feels like bloody tears, Nobody can shoo away my fears, My face looked unscathed before but now revealing scorched stains, wet and sore.
(poems go here) Sick Days
I am the dog that pulls the mandrake, a choice that isn't mine. A worm upon His hook; freedom only comes with time.
Only one answer. Why so much killing, from north to south, from east to west? Why so much pain that no one should endure? Why so much sadness, we cry ourselves to sleep?
Their here, their there, their everywhere You may not see them, but their everywhere They need your help, though many turn their heads If I could I would help every single person
Need somewhere to go Don't have anyone around Praying someone's searching Hoping you'll be found
by: Megan Williams
Heart in chains Ain’t got no brains Since we was a fetus We’ve wondered who would lead us
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