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Ever New and Evermore (Poem)

Ever New and Evermore By J.C. Solis What I faced in due time, is what I can say I somehow, through hope, have found my own way What I faced through the malice of past strife I bore I do not need to fear this life anymore What I want in due time and what I want now For I have survived this turmoil anyhow And yet still I breathe with the hope of new Grace As I look to the future with smiles on my face But I wonder still if there’s more pain to come The body soon broken, the mind become numb Yet now I am New, and now I am free And Evermore will I be whom I want to be For this is the life which I’ve come to bear fruit For I will still stand with a heart that’s resolute…

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Never Known

At night, where the candle burns slow, and the light dances with the shadows in an ever glow. On paper with ink wet, yet unfinished words only remain. To think the show must end, but it was never true this would lend. Just a performance for one and none set on a stage that soon became a cage. A smile as though a wisp that hides the mask so fixed to a face, a charade all the same. Weak are these days now dragged along on the river known by that name of ever to change. In truth and in shame, all you knew was a ghost that posed, yet nothing passed of who never gave. At most a shade flittered on candlelight to reveal a form of human and a grave. To conceal a life that always felt this would never, no, it would never ever stand a whole lifetime and again. Tears danced and ebbed away, as land of that farce did the same. At night when under the moonlight, wonder calls with a rhyme as to challenge a mind. Who walks this world, who speaks with lies, who lives an actor's

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And That's Wrong.

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Think of This..

You want to end it? Think of this. You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table. You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade. And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight. Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up. Something to strangle you. Something to kill you.And you die.And that's the end, right? Wrong. So, so wrong.Your...

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Depression...

No, depression is not just getting sad. It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones, An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders, Never mind your heart and soul. It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them) And no longer appreciating your self-worth. Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone. Depression holds you back from your dreams And pulls you into a nightmare. It takes full control of your existence. It makes you never want to get out of bed, And when you finally do, You just want to get back in it. But you know the hardest part? Ignorant people. Just. Like. You.

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Letting Go of You

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You Left Me Stronger

You Left Me Stronger: Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrongI questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.I thought a lot about the things you said...The things that were my fault , my problems .I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite...

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Only If You'll Let Me...

People have told me: Silence is the greatest indication of pain. For a person cannot express their suffering, out of the fear that you may never understand.But though I may never understand what's going wrong, though I can't quite carry your burdens with you. I can start by at least picking up the phone; telling you that you'll be alright...

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People are ugly.

Listen to meThere are ugly people out thereNot just on the outsideBut on the inside tooThere are horrible peopleWho are prettyAnd there are ugly peopleWho are perfectSo when you say'everyone's beautiful'That's a lieThere are ugly people out thereInside and out

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Hate.

I hate myself.I mean someone has to.I look in the mirror and all I see,Is someone ugly.No matter how hard I try,And no matter what I say or do,I mess everything up.Nothing goes right,Everything goes wrong.I can't do anything right.I want to please everyone,If I can't be happy thenI should at least make others happy.I mess everything up.I can't make anyone happy.I hate myself.So do me a favor,And hate me too.Because if you hate me,Then I don't have to hate myself.

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I am.

I am.I am the person who lives.I am the person who loves.I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.I am the person who bullies to feel better.I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.I am the person who is bullied for being different.I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of a curse then a bles...

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Depression is an Option

Depression is a choice, my dear, And happiness the same You choose this illness, don’t you? What a tragic little game.Depression is an option, love Just get up out of bed Take your tears and worries And just smile now instead.Depression is a choice, you see, And so is suicide. Just sit back, kick your feet up, dear Enjoy this perfect ride.Get over your own standards Of what everyone should be. Just smile for once, and maybe You’ll be living perfectly....But...Depression is an illness That we feel so deep within. Why would anybody choose To write poetry on their skin?Unless there lies a reason, dear, I would not choose to die.If depression ...

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you're never hopeless

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Darling, Don't You Dare

To the girl who skips dinner, Because her reflection hurts more than Starving.To the boy who wears sweatshirts On hot summer days, Because he doesn’t want his mother to cry over his Scars.To the boy who weeps uncontrollably Until he falls asleep, Because it’s the only way to escape into his Dreams.To the girl who spends her days in her bedroom, Because the dark is more peaceful than her Mind.To the child who gets angry, Because no one understands.To the teens who self-harm, To the ones in recovery, To the ones that just can’t do it anymore…Stay Strong.For the girl who skips meals And the boy who wears sweatshirts, For the boy who cries, Th...

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Ever New and Evermore (Poem)

Ever New and Evermore By J.C. Solis What I faced in due time, is what I can say I somehow, through hope, have found my own way What I faced through the malice of past strife I bore I do not need to fear this life anymore What I want in due time and what I want now For I have survived this turmoil anyhow And yet still I breathe with the hope of new Grace As I look to the future with smiles on my face But I wonder still if there’s more pain to come The body soon broken, the mind become numb Yet now I am New, and now I am free And Evermore will I be whom I want to be For this is the life which I’ve come to bear fruit For I will still stand with a heart that’s resolute…

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Talons black as coal Hand over The secret book Of blood and wisdom I wrote a page For you to read And left a page For you to fill Write a poem Draw an omen With your blood As sacred ink Read and write Give and take Rest so somberly Beneath the silver stars.

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Never Known

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Think of This..

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Depression...

No, depression is not just getting sad. It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones, An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders, Never mind your heart and soul. It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them) And no longer appreciating your self-worth. Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone. Depression holds you back from your dreams And pulls you into a nightmare. It takes full control of your existence. It makes you never want to get out of bed, And when you finally do, You just want to get back in it. But you know the hardest part? Ignorant people. Just. Like. You.

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Letting Go of You

Letting Go of You: You abandoned me in the past without so much as a proper goodbye One day you simply chose to walk out the door and you never did come back...I was angry then, hurting badly I wondered if I was in some way inadequate I wondered if you left because I am so easy to despise and eventually my sorrow turned to angerI wanted to become great to show you that you made the wrong choice to take my strength and throw it in your face just so you would regret it But then I saw how happy you were... In the time we've been apart You've made a new life for yourself You've found someone who loves and treasures you and upon seeing that, my...

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You Left Me Stronger

You Left Me Stronger: Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrongI questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.I thought a lot about the things you said...The things that were my fault , my problems .I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge like a parasite...

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Only If You'll Let Me...

People have told me: Silence is the greatest indication of pain. For a person cannot express their suffering, out of the fear that you may never understand.But though I may never understand what's going wrong, though I can't quite carry your burdens with you. I can start by at least picking up the phone; telling you that you'll be alright...

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People are ugly.

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Hate.

I hate myself.I mean someone has to.I look in the mirror and all I see,Is someone ugly.No matter how hard I try,And no matter what I say or do,I mess everything up.Nothing goes right,Everything goes wrong.I can't do anything right.I want to please everyone,If I can't be happy thenI should at least make others happy.I mess everything up.I can't make anyone happy.I hate myself.So do me a favor,And hate me too.Because if you hate me,Then I don't have to hate myself.

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I am.

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Depression is an Option

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Ever New and Evermore (Poem)

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Never Known

And That's Wrong.

Think of This..

Depression...

Letting Go of You

You Left Me Stronger

Only If You'll Let Me...

People are ugly.

Hate.

I am.

Depression is an Option

what does it feel like to be sober at a party?

you're never hopeless

Darling, Don't You Dare

Ever New and Evermore (Poem)

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Never Known

And That's Wrong.

Think of This..

Depression...

Letting Go of You

You Left Me Stronger

Only If You'll Let Me...

People are ugly.

Hate.

I am.

Depression is an Option

what does it feel like to be sober at a party?

you're never hopeless

Darling, Don't You Dare

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Ever New and Evermore (Poem)

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Never Known

And That's Wrong.

Think of This..

Depression...

Letting Go of You

You Left Me Stronger

Only If You'll Let Me...

People are ugly.

Hate.

I am.

Depression is an Option

what does it feel like to be sober at a party?

you're never hopeless

Darling, Don't You Dare