I Was Wrong

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I Was Wrong

I thought they were my friends.

I thought I was important.

I thought they would support me, 

But alas, I was wrong.

I cherished the memories,

I cherished our talks,

I cherished our friendship,

But alas, I was wrong to cherish these things.

In the end, it never mattered.

In the end, it is all gone.

In the end, I am alone.

Everything Ends

Everything must come to an end.

No matter how much work has been done.

No matter how much time has been given.

Everything must come to an end.

Sadness envelopes me as it ends.

A chapter of my life, which has gotten me through so many challenging times.

All of my work is gone in an instant.

Friendships, stories, development gone.

Where do we go from here, and how do I overcome this crushing defeat?

All things end, but I wish they didn’t have to.

If You Were Here…

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If You Were Here…

I just need to talk to someone.

There is no place safe to talk.

Who won’t judge and won’t be hurt by what I say.

I know if you were here, I could talk to you.

I know I would be talking to you now,

And so many other times before.

If you were here.

I need someone to talk to,

A safe place where there is no blame.

A place where I can be honest and 

A place where you won’t be hurt.

A place where I can say whatever I need,

And you will just listen

And no one will be hurt.

I need you, your voice, and your wisdom. 

If you were here.

The darkness pours over my soul

The darkness pours over my soul

The darkness pours over my soul

As endless waves rush in.

The rising of the tide pulls me in further. 

Pulling my heart and filling it with dread. 

I found myself caught in the tide, while my body struggles to be free.

The darkness shrouds my existence, and soon I am gasping for air. 

The dark waters pulling me down, filling my lungs with regret and despair.

I reach out trying to break the surface, but the darkness is always there. 

Pulling me back, pulling me down to the depths, I plummet. 

The pressure keeps me down, night after night, day after day,

I can’t see the light, the darkness is all I know.

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

 

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Do my feelings not matter to you?

Do you think you can do what you want?

Screw me, because I don’t matter!

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

I know you didn’t think of me!

I know no one does!

 

It’s better to not expect anything from anyone!

They always disappoint!

I expect too much from people and I am the one who gets hurt.

 

Did you even think to talk to me?

Did you think I wouldn’t care?

Did you even think of me?

 

Throw my feelings in the trash and stomp all over them!

Am I Your Friend

friend

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Am I your friend?

Do you really care about me the way I care about you?

We use the terms best friends of is that just me?

But is that truly what I am to you?

 

Do I think more of you than you think of me?

When my usefulness is gone, will you also leave?

Why do these questions haunt me so?

 

I worry about the future, like an endless sea of doubt. 

Doubting myself and others, will I ever be happy.

Am I your friend?

friend

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Am I your friend?

Do you really care about me the way I care about you?

We use the terms best friends of is that just me?

But is that truly what I am to you?

 

Do I think more of you than you think of me?

When my usefulness is gone, will you also leave?

Why do these questions haunt me so?

 

I worry about the future, like an endless sea of doubt. 

Doubting myself and others, will I ever be happy.

Rain

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rain picture
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Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

As you walk the puddles splash up getting your pants wet.

Despite this, the sounds are soothing.

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

The cold sinking into your clothes as,

It sends shivers down your spine.

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Your lips turned blue, the rain thickens,

Now running down your forehead and into your eyes.

You blink as you wipe your eyes,

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

As you return home, the warmth hits you.

A blanket wraps around you as you sit and listen,

To the tap tap of the rain on the roof.

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

Tap Tap, splash, splash, plop, plop!

 

 

Invisible

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p dir=”ltr”>I feel invisible. I am invisible.
As if life is passing me by and no one seems to notice or care.

You run around me asking for help, but my hand you do not see.

I am invisible. I am invisible.

You walk right past me as if no one was there.

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host.

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost.

I am a shadow of my former self, as I try to hold on to things of the past

A shadow of the life that I used to share.

I am invisible. I am invisible.

You walk right past me as if no one was there.

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host.

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost.

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p dir=”ltr”>You walk right past me as if I am nothing.
The tears I shed, go unnoticed as you no longer care.

You walk past me as if I was never there.

Why is my self-worth wrapped up in what you think?

I watched everything go by but seeing nothing as nothing is left for me.

Trapped in a box I can not escape,

The water pulls em under but you do not see

I am invisible, I am invisible

You walk right past me as if no one was there

I am a shadow of the way I was, a body with no host

You walk right past me as if I was a ghost