Everything Is Meant To Be Broken -poem

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Everything is made to be broken, 

So when I fall apart and grasp at the shards,

I find it more difficult to piece myself back together,

When the glue that once held me,

Is the same I'm forcing apart,

No longer am I okay with the subpar,

Being held together by grief and bitterness, 

I want more than my harrowing experiences,

To be what keeps me joined. 

Don’t Quit Your Daydream - poem

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You get scared easily,

I know you do,

We inhabit the same sad body, 

We're stuck in a rut but we will get out again,

This bad part is only temporary,

I know you've heard that hand-over-fist,

But maybe this time will be different?

Take Me Apart -poem

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I'm disappearing again,

This time it's worse,

The waves come faster this time,

Like a storm not ready to be spent,

I cling to any solid form I can find,

But there isn't much substance left behind to grasp,

Everything collapsed until I'm left grasping at decay,

But as the waves rush through me with impatience,

I can't help but want them to take me,

To drag me in, 

To drag me down. 

Guillotine- poem

​Oh, whoops, I’ve lost my head again,

This isn’t the first, nor is it the last,

It’s like we don’t learn from all the times we fell before,

It’s a never-ending loop of mistakes made while depressed,

Always a step back but never one forward that lasts, 

I thought this would be it,

The time we won, 

But low and behold, this wasn’t the time either,

Each time we fall to our knees, I feel the bruises more and more, 

It’s like all the healing I thought I did was just a scab that formed, and once it was picked,

Well,

The wound opened again,

I’ve lost my head once again, and it sucks,

Maybe we’ll climb out once again and make it last a little longer this time, 

Maybe we will stay here in the nether just a bit longer and wallow,

Possibly lose ourselves to the dark side for a while until the light beckons us in,

Or just stay,

At least here, we’re used to the negatives inside and out, 

The void is dark, but we never liked too much of the light, anyways,

The dark is my muse, I would say,

So maybe she will keep me company this time,

To help us navigate through the twists of darkness, 

Through the dark of night,

Maybe in the darkness, I’ll finally find my light, and while doing that, perhaps I’ll be made whole,

But for now,

Dear sweet soul,

Wallow in the dark until you’re made whole.