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Friend

You know me better
Tha anyone else,
Perhaps even better
Than myself.
What to say to make me laugh,
How to react when I cry.
Make me stronger, faster,
Help me to fly
So much higher than before.
And now you are gone,
I miss you more than words
Can say, more than my heart
Can comprehend.
But at the end of the day,
You’ll always be my friend.

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Sad

You took my happy days
And made them sad.
You took my smiles
And turned them into tears.
Now mascara is cascading
Down my face, long black
Streaks of bitterness and sadness.
All because of you.
I didn’t ask for life,
I didn’t ask for this
Or for you. Yet this is my lot,
My cross to carry. And now
I’m beginning to buckle
Under the weight of it,
One tear at a time.

How I’m really feeling right now

No one ever told me
That life would be this lonely,
That the rain outside
Is nothing compared to the tears
That fall from my eyes,
That the lightning that breaks
Through the darkness
Is nothing compared to the cracks
In my heart. No one ever told
Me that life would be so sad,
That I’d start to rot from within.
That I’d start to hate myself.

But then I suppose I was naive.
Too young to realise that my dream
Could only ever be that,
A dream.
I come from a broken family,
A rundown, poor town.
I found my Mother after she’d tried
To commit suicide, called an ambulance
And helped get her back on her feet again.
I lived off food from relatives
And food banks. I buried my baby
Brother after he’d been born dead.
I tried to escape but wound
Up more trapped than ever before,
Crawling back pitifully.

And now I’m alone again,
And it really hurts.
I just don’t see the point
If all this, it never can get
Better. I’m just not good enough.
Everything is so shit,
And I’m almost out of fucks
To give. I’m done.

Sad

Over 7 billion people alive,
Yet only one me.
On voice, one heart, one sorrow.
Nobody listens, nobody cares,
So why do I keep bothering?
Because I dare to hope.
Maybe someone does want to help,
And maybe they’re out there right now.
Well, if you are I could use
A hand right about now.
My hope is wearing thin
And dreams are fading away,
I cry more and more each day.

Nonsense

Happiness is a talent,
Or so I’ve been told.
But it’s not a gift
That I have, I wear
Sadness like a second skin,
Always there and always clinging.
Fearful of joy
Due to its short shelf life,
Scared of anything other
Than sorrow, which I adore
In its simplicity.
Maybe I’m not meant to grin
And beam, perhaps I’m made
To grimace and give just tiny smiles,
And I think I’m ok with that.
Just let me ponder it awhile.