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Im Not Pretty

Poetry

I'm not pretty. I don't say it to have others say I am it. I say because I truly believe it. If only you could see and hear my thoughts, you would understand. Sometimes, words help. And This is so you understand the pain it is to be broken. It's no...

Last night

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by jayde4music

by jayde4music

Last night,

I held a pillow to my face and cried.

Last night,

I shut my eyes and pleading for my mind to stop.

Last night,

I laid in the silence of the night while my thoughts screamed at me.

Last night,

I glanced at the bottle buried in my dresser every 5 minutes.

Last night,

my body ached for an old friend buried in the bottom of my trunk.

Last night,

I sobbed wishing I still had someone to help me.

Last night,

the notes I wrote a while ago sat in plain sight while I wondered if I should update them.

Last night,

I laid out my poison and questioned if I was actually going to do this.

Last night,

I put it all away and decided on another day.

Last night,

I almost made that decision and no one saw another piece of me die.