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I am thirteen years old.
I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I am proud.
I am strong.
I am unique.
I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I sing.
I draw.
I create.
I express.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
I am not crazy.
I am not strange.
I am different.
I am me.
Who are you?
I am one of Jehovah's Witnesses.
I am proud.
I am strong.
I am unique.
I am a poet.
I am an artist.
I sing.
I draw.
I create.
I express.
I have Bipolar Disorder.
I have hallucinations.
I have delusions.
I am not crazy.
I am not strange.
I am different.
I am me.
Who are you?
Literature
A Lonely Life
I have proof that love isn’t real
And that fate means nothing
Though I did feel my heart breaking
So there must be something
Maybe I’m alone in my thoughts
That love’s worth fighting for
Maybe I’m alone in my dreams
Just as I was the night before
Oh Lord, I don’t need no children
Lord, I don’t need no wife
Please take me now or leave me here
To live out my lonely life
I have proof that love isn’t real
That souls are worth nothing
But I felt my spirit leaving me
While my life was ongoing
Maybe I’m over sentimental
And listen to poets too much
Maybe I’ll believe in what I feel
Not only w
Literature
Forever Never Liked Me Anyway
I have so many words I want to say
But the problem is I don't know who I want to say them to
I don't know how to stop this
How to make my stomach ache go away
How do I make myself care enough all the time
How do I fix everything and make you want to stay
Can't you see what this is doing to me
Can't you see that this isn't who I want to be
Should I fall off of this mountain
Should I trip and fly through open air
Plummeting into hell without any cares
How about I go drown in the fountain of life, because it's too late for me
I became a shape shifter inside
I lie with my smiles when you can't tell they're fake
Sometimes I don't even know
I'm
Literature
dear,
when i first met you,
terror chilled down
the heat
of my
louisiana
spine.
i shivered
& my heart
began to build
walls over walls
over walls-
beating:
fuck this,
i won’t let them
hurt you, again.
i have a tendency
to get knocked
off my feet
& not know
how to get back up.
i’m still crawling around,
searching for your heart
beats under my bed
& between my tangled
sheets.
i am pathetic.
but,
you were all crooked,
misshapen insecurities
& nights of forgetting
to take your zoloft.
i didn’t think I would miss that.
i didn’t think I would miss you.
you fell like a meteor
for him, hours after
you demolished me.
& i ca
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Good for you. I am different too, but in a different way. This is awesome, thank you.