Maria

Im 15 years old and I really enjoy writing so this is what I do.

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Maria

Im 15 years old and I really enjoy writing so this is what I do.

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The Choice

Maria

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I can’t remember the last time I was happy. Yet I remember the last time I wanted to die. What can I do with that because no one can help me and I they can I’m sure they are like 4 years too late. Yo asked me what I wanted to do but I don’t want it I don’t want any of this. I want to be happy and free and full of life but now look at what I have fear and loneliness and misery. So really the only ...

Familiar.

Maria

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Unpredictably untwined yet familiar,

You move like the world exists only for you,

They all bow down to your immaculate presence and here I stand upon my biggest fear, you are looked at like a plate of the finest China there could ever be, you are treated like the most valuable peace of gold and here I am a lost rock, frivolous and mediocre. Dance dance dance because even I can see the familiar, I...

Its You

Maria

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All the doubts that I’ve had about you, about us held me back and now because of that I’m all alone and I just can’t move on. I’m not a stranger to unreciprocated love, but with you it’s different. We didn’t even start and in less than the seasons come and go, it was put to an end. Everyone tells me to let go and let things flow but how can I let you go? Every fiber in my body tells me it’s you, t...

Death Wish

Maria

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You ask me if I’m fine

Yet you leave me behind

You’ll move on with your life

While I’ll be here trying to die...

Not A Man A Monster

Maria

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Breathe.

I tell myself every time I have a flashback

Breathe.

I remind myself every time I feel like there’s no air.

Breathe.

Is what I try to do but I cant, not anymore.

He haunted my memories, he made me a ticking time bomb, he holds the face that I see everywhere, the face that reminds me that I am horrible, I am guilty, I should be ashamed.

My fault, it’s my fault is all that I know and all ...

Breath

Maria

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Breath.

I tell myself every time I have a flashback

Breath.

I remind myself every time I feel like there’s no air, every time I wish there was no air.

Breath.

Is what I try to do but I cant, not anymore.

He haunted my memories, he made me a ticking time bomb he holds the face that I see everywhere, the face that reminds me that I am horrible, I am guilty, I should be ashamed.

My fault, it’s my f...

As The Wind Blows

Maria

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As the wind blows we both breath the same air

we’re a thousand miles apart yet we still see the same sky

We sleep under the same moon.

and even if we don’t speak

it is your blood that pumps my heart....

Alive

Maria

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I held the knife in my bare hands, just like I had done it a thousand times before with intent but this time I knew that it would be the last, this time I knew nothing else mattered, this time was to set me free.

I sat there, the blade barely touching my skin, I was ready to let the purest of reds out of me no yesterday no tomorrow only here and only now. My entire existence lied in the air.

I ...

Forgotten

Maria

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This is not about a game night gone wrong because you actually have to have someone to play a game with. It’s been 5 years, 2 months and 7 days since my parents divorce, and I have accepted it. My mom and my dad moved on and they each have a life of their own. Two years ago my dad had a son and it’s been 3 years since we haven’t spent Father’s Day together, I thought I was okay with it until I got...

Mine

Maria

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I am grateful that I’m strong

I am grateful that I’m independent

I am grateful that I’m kind

I’m grateful that I’m smart

But most of all I’m grateful that I will one day call you mine

This poem is a but controversial if you know what I mean ;)...