#pg. 7

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I am a poet

at times I am proud to say this

at times it is painful to say this

being a poet, my best work comes with a price

my best work comes when I’m at my lowest

when life has beat me down to my last breathe of fresh air in a world thats trying to suffocate me

when the last thing I want to do is to continue to live in pain 

when the only way to express my sorrow is through painful words typed out at 3 AM as I weep at my computer screen 

the tears glistening and reflecting the words on my screen that I will never share

when blaming myself for something I didn't do is the only way of coping

when my bruised knuckles burn with an immense flame after the self-damage is done

when she leaves and never comes back

when he leaves and never comes back

when they leave and never come back

when the people you thought you could trust are the very people that set up your downfall 

when your shield is dropped and words pierce harder than any blade or bullet

when you’re eyes are sore from crying and your fingertips are numb from slamming keys that set up lines to try and make sense of it all

but all your left with is yourself

curled up in a ball 

crying on your bed

I used to see you in my dreams

I would wake up in a panic

sad from what I had dreamt of the night before

it was always different but it always ended the same

I would tell you about some

I wouldn’t tell you about others

was it my subconscious?

was it my paranoia?

was it all just a dream?

these dreams always ended the same

you would leave me

we would be no more

I used to wake up in relief 

it was only a dream and I could still message you and everything would be ok

until the days where I didn’t wake up

until the days that I couldn’t wake up