Atlas

just an aspiring author! feedback helps! (i'm 16) i love poetry <3 he/him current WIP: The Forest of Silent Trees

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Atlas

just an aspiring author! feedback helps! (i'm 16) i love poetry <3 he/him current WIP: The Forest of Silent Trees

https://www.instagram.com/written_by_me_a724?igsh=bw9kzte2zduwngdh&utm_source=qr

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i need to write more sorry

Atlas

1 min read

I held her hand tight, and I wasn't ever letting go. Because letting go meant moving on, and I wasn't ready for that.

If her hand never left mine, I could pretend it was an early saturday morning, waking up to her lips against my chest.

I could pretend to smell bacon cooking in the kitchen, my arms around her waist as she cooked.

Letting go meant forgetting how she tasted on my tongue, the hone...

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I'm back???

Atlas

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I bite the hands that feeds me so that maybe it'll let me starve.

Despite the bones that form a cage around my heart, it still claws it's way out of my body, begging for someone to see it.

I fortify the walls; my heart beats slower.

It's rhythmic thumps grow weary.

If nobody is there to hear it beat, why can't it just be still?

The hand no longer feeds me, yet the growl of my stomach provides...

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Im not perfect, so why should i be good?

Atlas

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Perfectionism is a disease.

I can't think of what to write

so why write anything?

I can't get straight As

so why get any?

If I can't be perfect what's the point?

My passions aren't fun unless I'm perfect at them.

Why try if there's a possibility I'll fail?

Might as well give up.

Spare your dignity.

You're never going to be good enough....

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Glow ups mean empty stomachs.

Atlas

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People congratulate me for losing weight.

"You're thinner than before!"

I'm sick.

"You're looking great!"

i'm unwell.

It's not a glow up. I'm deteriorating.

You make fun of my breakdowns to my face but i'm begging you for help.

You don't even hear me when I'm screaming in someone's face.

I'm not okay.

How loud do I have to be for you to hear my cries?...

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I have no pennies for the wishing well.

Atlas

1 min read

If wishes fell like rain, then I certainly am a storm.

I wish I was pretty.

I pray whatever god may answer will grant my wish.

I wish I had more friends.

I'm left in the silence, wondering why I'm here.

I wish I had a purpose.

I don't know who I'm meant to be in life.

I wish the voices would stop.

I can't escape that which tells me to hurt everything.

I wish I had an umbrella....

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LP 🤍

Atlas

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I've never had a celebrity I like die before.

When I opened my phone to that name being the headline, my stomach dropped.

One of my favorite bands would never be the same.

Dead at 31, my brain couldn't fathom just how young that was. How short his life had been.

It makes me think about just how unpredictable everything can be.

A father, a son, a _friend— _ripped away from the people he loved....

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Just Act Natural.

Atlas

1 min read

Just act natural.

Nobody knows what's in your mind except you.

Breathe.

Calm the panic.

Ignore the thoughts.

Clench your fists so tightly your knuckles turn white.

You aren't natural.

Wrong.

Everything is wrong.

The clock is too loud.

You're breathing too loud.

Everyone's gonna know that—

Stop.

Just act natural....

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Missed calls and empty bottles.

Atlas

1 min read

Sometimes I wonder if you think about me when you're happy.

It's midnight.

I wake up to your call coming through on my phone.

And I pick up, just like always.

I'm tired; you're drunk.

I'm sober; you're crying.

I always answer when you call, but you ignore every ring when I dial.

I leave a voicemail, but you can't even be bothered to text me back.

You always leave me on read, and I wonder w...

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Carve out my flaws+you have nothing left

Atlas

1 min read

Who am I if not what people tell me to be?

What's the point, if not what everyone expects me to see?

I don't know who I am or why I'm here.

I have no purpose, I fear.

I'm a blank slate,

a blank canvas, an empty crate.

Paint me up

Fill me up

Make me what you want me to be.

Carve me up

Build me up

Make me like what you want to see.

But then what's left?

Nothing....

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The monster lies in the mirror.

Atlas

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I can never seem to sleep.

When I'm alone, there's nothing to silence the hurricane of thoughts in my head.

**You'll never be enough.**

_Why am I not enough?_

**Nobody loves you.**__

_Why does nobody love me?_

I'm sitting up til sunrise, letting the circles under my eyes darken.

The monster isn't under my bed, but it rests upon it.

It doesn't think it's enough.

It doesn't thin...

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