Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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If one love you get
Where does that leave me?
Was I never really in love?
Or was my love just not worth as much?
Is my love not worth as much?
I wake up at night
Sweating through my skin and my joints are tight
Screaming who do you love
Wondering where you are today
What you’re doing
How you’re feeling
Was it not enough?
But I got so attached
Begging every day for a moment that
Could lead me to your light
I didn’t want a fight
I tried so hard
I thought that you’d be here
But you just disappear
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Fuck Father’s Day
Fuck Father’s Day and all the deadbeat fathers who think they deserve to have a day dedicated to them
Fuck not there fathers
Fuck half assed fathers
Fuck fathers who emotionally abused their children and remain in complete ignorance of what they did
I’ve never met a father who deserved a day of dedication
Is a birthday not enough?
Fuck greedy fathers
Fuck fathers who use their children
Fuck Father’s Day
You don’t deserve it and I hope you know it
Father
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I just want to feel better
But I can’t afford it
I can’t afford to feel like a normal person
I keep dreaming if only if only
But there’s no way to say it
I need it to live
Because they never bothered to study Fibromyalgia
And I can’t afford it
So I can’t afford to live
All my needs are met but I’m not living
In pain
In fog
Alone
At the very least I wish I could afford to live
Why is that so much to ask for?
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Alone and alone
I know I’m not alone in my experiences
Many many humans
But I’m alone
The more I interact with people
The more alone I feel
Like I’m on the other side of a wall
And I can’t be heard knocking
It’s clear like glass and I can see them
They’re interacting
Friends
And I’m
Just something else entirely
Who knows?
I don’t
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Pain
Sitting in a room full of people
And all I think is
Pain
I used to love the rain
Used to love cloudy days
Now they bring me pain
My beautiful rain
My beautiful rain
I miss feeling your drips on my skin and feeling bliss
Without pain
I wish I could go back to days where I danced
With my beautiful rain
I mourn the days I loved the rain
Now my favourite thing
Just hurts
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This one is for you
No, this time I really mean you,
Dear reader,
I see you
Thank you
I don’t think I would have a reason to continue without you
These walls would be very empty without your gaze upon them
We appreciate your presence and hope you are doing well in all that you are and if not?
I hope there is hope and I hope there is light and a very dear person once wrote the words
If they say who cares if one more light goes out?
I do
So hang around a bit.
Even if it’s just in spite of all the gods/circumstances/assholes and what they’ve done to you
Spit in their faces by existing
Someone sees you,
And cares that you are there.