Not Real
Talk is cheap
Rewards you can't reap
I'm free now
Free to just be
You can't do anything to fuck with me
Go die, you say?
You don't effect me
Not even in a single, small way
You used to upset me
Depress me and stress me
Now you're not here
You're out of my life
I'm done with the strife
A slut, you say?
No fucking way
Don't you know how I got this way?
Take him and leave
Twist him around your finger
Manipulate him all you want
I'm not someone you can haunt
I forgot you and your gaunt, hungry eyes
You're mine to taunt now
How does it feel?
When you're not real anymore to me?
How's it going to be when I forget you,
Easily forgotten soul?
You're not even whole
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Climbing
For so long I've lived here
This deep, dark hole of misery
I struggled to dig deeper
I tried to hide
Today I found the courage
I learned to confide
So I have begun to climb,
And here you are on the side
I push you away,
I'm not willing to hide anymore
Today I began climbing
You're not at my side
And everything is...
Fine.
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Two poems about people I'm happy to have out of my life!
And I'm feeling much better after the doctor put me on medication for my depression and PTSD. Life is good. I'm in college now and things are looking great. Boyfriend? Pfft. I don't need some man to stand behind and have him fight my battles. I do so love being single and being nobody's pet anymore. I sure hope he never comes back, I need to declare my independence right this instant...or maybe next week. I better go hit the books. ;______; Dear college: You are evil.