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My Warning


Dark hallow space filled with toxic air

breathing out positivity but only taking in failure

I smile the most crooked smile and hold back tears

so that I don’t upset my peers

I have no right to mess up their day

because I feel stuck and slighted in mine

I’ll just hide keep quite and wait for this to pass

God I hope it pass

The more I stay in this funk the worse I feel about everything even my will to survive

I’m unraveling yet held together with sticks and glue

to put on a good face for you and you

I hope someone see the cracks and realize I’m about to break but instead they say what doesn’t kill you make you strong

That’s the most fucked up thing to say

‘Cas sometimes it makes you weak

and me I’m in pieces trying just to stay afloat

but every time it looks like my luck is changing I choke

Every set back pushes me farther into the dark

and even start to blacken my heart

my love for you is strong but my love for me fades

and once that’s gone so am I

So this is the only way I know how to send out my cries

See beyond the words written in ink on a piece of paper

and search instead for me

For this poem tells the story of why I bleed

Every drop of blood leaks from a soared over crusted scar

that looked healed but only from afar

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