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In Silence

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In silence I wait, wondering when the time will be when you come to me.
In silence, I wait, wondering what you are doing and if you are okay.

I am silent most of the time. I do not say your name, or speak of you at all.
I am silently waiting for that moment, the breakthrough when you come to me.
I am silently waiting and hoping that I am missed.

In silence, I sit thinking of you and praying that you are okay.
In silence, I wonder what could have been done.
In silence, I wonder if being silent is best.
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Everything Ends

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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.

Jealously

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I wish you spent time with me.

I wish mine was just as good as theirs. 

Is there something wrong with me?

Is this what jealousy looks like?










Why is it hidden?





Hidden away so I would never know.





Should I forget, forget seeing it?





Or just accept that I’m not good enough. 



			

	


			
				


	

							
Support (A Poem About Supporting Others)
						

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Support I give and rarely receive.





How is it the ones closest to you,





Are the ones who don’t support you?





Strangers give you praise and those you love





Wonder why they should.





Why can’t we praise people and support those we love?





Are we only there to support, when times are rough?





Why are those in your corner, not truly there for you?





When they have so much to give when your cards are down, 





But nothing when you achieve your goals. 

			

	


			
				


	

							
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.