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Alex Smith

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

9 poems·Since February 2015
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Clouded Memory

February 25, 2015

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Clouded Memory 
 
I've always been the girl
center of attention
always making jokes
lively as hell 
never afraid to share my opinions
everyone always knew when I walked into a room
 
Confidence, 
too much damn confidence 
 
all those years became a lie 
cancer it's cancer
but she's only 6? 
protect her 
I'm supposed to be her protector
 
I'm tied up in chains 
fighting 
fighting for her 
while she's fighting 
fighting 
for her life 
 
What even matters anymore?
a test?
a paper due tomorrow?
grades?
tell me 
how a letter on a piece of paper is more important than my best friend suffering 
watching her drift away slowly 
body changing from all the steroids 
killing whats killing her 
is this real
 
I hide
I hide from the outside 
maybe if I'm not exposed to the world it won't hurt me
maybe my heart will beat a little faster
maybe my days will be a little brighter
but I walk up the steps that feels like climbing a mountain 
and the sunlight hits my eyes but yet they are still shaded
 
I've found it 
yes
it will help me 
pain?
no 
burns burning down my throat 
gagging 
but numbness
it's foggy
I love it
it's consuming me as I consume it
 
Headaches, messy hair, mascara stained face
where the hell am I
who the fuck am I 
pain?
yep
again 
not gone 
again
 
dark red it drips 
down my skin 
fills the cracks 
hiding again
my body
don't expose 
don't show your shame 
they will know 
they will know 
they will talk 
don't let it show
 
he grabs 
he touches 
i shake my head 
he pulls me in
i pull away
force 
like he's earned it 
like he even knows me
like he even cares
he doesn't 
neither do I
 
not respected 
must be defected 
they think I'm not effected
fear of being rejected
pain 
shame 
but I'm the one to blame 
know nothing but my name
 
but they're still quick to judge 
fall down so hard but I don't even budge 
the thoughts are too much
 
my legs dangle from the top 
just like my heart hanging by a single cardiac muscle 
I look down 
close my eyes
and imagine my body lunging forward one more inch 
just one more 
 
and now all are left are scars 
 
 
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