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Here in the garden

Let's see roses. So pretty yet dangerous, I want one, to be like them. I grab it with my bare hand. Blood trickling down my arm as I have the perfection in my hands. Looking down... As it wilts with my warm touch... The rest fades away as I realize it will be gone. Drip, drip, drip the sound of my opportunities when they fall slowly to the ground below Left to die...

I'm normal I swear

Opposite Minds

Here I am I have been here for awhile, Wondering if I should give you a glimpse of me Or build a wall We think too differently You see logic and numbers I see colors and life We are unable to understand each other I finally let you see a small glimpse of me I loosen my defenses Make small holes in my walls Was it worth it? Maybe not You push me out Pretend to listen You don't understand Maybe you never will

I'm actually gay as hell

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The tinted glass has lost it's colour Everything looks so different now Why do your words hurt so much Why don't they feel like a joke Am I the problem Is it me The way I act The way I speak Or is it you Who I pampered You, who I allowed to do anything The one I made into something so important to me Which one of us is it What if it's neither of us Are we just not that compatible Maybe we aren't meant for each other

I'm actually gay as hell

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This guilty feeling I can't wash off Not something I can easily payoff Closed the door to social life Tied myself up and for tangled in vines Maybe this is what I deserve For not having the nerve To do things I always wanted to do And pursuing them without further ado I dug my own grave, there is nothing to save This corpse is just rotten flesh and bones And in my bony hands, my phone Making a poem with rhymes Something I haven't done in a while This lonely corpse continues to spectate This insignificant being a slave to fate

I'm actually gay as hell

* * *

I think I need to go on medication But it's not even that severe There's many other people Who needs it more than me This feeling will subside like it always has I just need to go through it once more To deal with it in silence once more Just one more time Then I can sleep

I'm actually gay as hell

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There's something I'd like to wish To the people I cherish At the starless sky I see tonight, to the lonely rock reflecting light This is not a goodbye letter If that will make you feel better Killing myself won't help me Or others for that matter I just wish for whoever reads this —to look towards the future Not necessarily in a positive way But to see you live a bit more futher