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ImperfectionI am imperfect and I am okay with that.
I am loved because I am imperfect
Not because I am fake
But because I am real
I'm done with this shitNo more worries
No more fears
I'm done looking back
I'm done reliving these nightmares
No more problems
No more regrets
I'm done with this bullshit
I'm done with this drama
I don't want people to hate me
For who they think I am
I want people to hate me
For who I really am
SometimesSometimes I hate how I can imagine many different things that can actually mean hope. I could easily say something like, "to every day there is a dark side. But a new day brings a new light." Or whatever about how 'no matter how dark the night may seem, if you look hard enough, the stars will always be shining, even through the darkest clouds.' But there's a difference between reading and listening, then undertsanding, and then actually believing it, trusting it, grasping it and then using it to turn your life around. People can see the light, but don't always pay much attention...
MeMy name is unloved,
I live in hell,
curled up in my shell.
I dream of death,
escaping this place
by ceasing my breath.
This is me,
crying in despair,
wishing to be free.
Will I ever know joy,
or will I stay here forever,
your broken little toy?
ConfusionI'm just the one who smiles
Just so you do, too
I'm the one who's laughing
Standing right behind you
I'm the one hiding from the spot light
Just so someone else can have it
I'm the one who keeps it all inside
Just to make room for you
I'm just the one who is never happy
Just appears that way
I'm the one with scars on my arms
Just to be better
I'm the one you'll never understand
No matter how much you want to
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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