Poetry
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LightheadedNauseous Painful. No one should have to work this wayYet I’m expected to.You need your hand held.You need someone else to do the work, Take the time,Make sure it’s right. You take vacation after vacationYet the one time I need to stay home sickYou make me feel like shit.
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I used to proudly call you mine. In some ways I still doBut that was until you let go. You told me I was fucked in the head. You couldn’t give a real fucking reason.You watched me leave as I fled to my grandparents home, And the only think about wasHow you tolerated me. I
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The person who used to comfort and protect me has become my biggest trigger, leaving me feeling alone and shaken.
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Running aroundLike a mad womanTrying to keep everything together.DeadlinesMeetingsFilings. All of these things have fallen to me.This is how I thrive.This is how I excel.Dump work on meAn obscene amount of workI will do it.And I will do it well.
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I’ve reached a point where I can’t figure out what to write about anymore. My emotions – the feelings that are coming with the things happening around me – have me silently shutting down. Depression is a real monster. I battle it daily. I feel like I’m slipping. Maybe that’s what I’ll write about today…….
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Today I don’t really know what to write about. Today I don’t really feel like writing. But here is what I have to say today, and I hope it in some way makes sense. Slip the filter in the machine,Add three scoops of grounds,Place the cup underneath, Press start. It starts the gurgling of the
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You tried hang meYou wanted to silence meYou tried to make me look the fool.But what you didn’t expectWas for me to stand proudlyOn the gallowsAnd thenWith a smile on my faceAnd the coldness in my heartI escaped.
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You never see it coming,The things that hurt the most. But then again,The best things that happen in lifeCan be just as surprising.
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Yes, I’m a Swiftie. Yes, I did stay up until midnight for the new album. Yes, this poem was written while listening to this album and my feelings and thoughts as I sat down for the meeting of The Tortured Poets Department. If that bothers you, keep scrolling. I have been waiting for this day
Lyrical Logic 