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Me : I wish i had someone to hug.

I wish my parents understood me

I wish i had a true friend

I wish i could love the way i look

I wish i could forget my past

your pain is valid

I appreciate you for trying your best every day

no, you're not crazy

there is always room for you

you can have anxiety and still be capable of making a good life for yourself

To hold me, limp in your arms, and be told what I am like:

a quivering flame

a flower from the asphalt

a deer in the middle of the highway

a final prayer

If i am going to be in pain, at least make it sound beautiful

I want to be perceived

one

last

when the waves of sadness would come,

when the ache of isolation would flood me,

when the anguish would submerge me.

but now i have known the comfort that can only be found in your arms.

and now the agony is nothing like the one i used to know.

before i had never felt the reassurance of your embrace.

now i face the waves alone.

I stand on the edge of the shore, watching them approach.

knowing they will come cannot rescue me,

for i cannot hide from misery any longer.

alone.

i face the void.

it surrounds me.

it engulfs me.

it consumes me.

and finally,

I see them, the murderers, everyday

They seem so nice,

They don't appear to be the dark souls with a mysterious aura as the writers describe

No one will ever believe that they murdered her

And we both knew it very well

She says they used to be her friends

Eventhough there were times where she felt almost dead around them

She says she's jealous of me, because,

She says she knows that my friends won't kill me

You may ask why does she haunt me, instead of the people who killed her

What do I have to do with this?

Maybe she knows,

She knows my secret

She knows,