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The stars lean downShe can't see them
but the stars are leaning down
to kiss her cheeks
and make her feel strong again.
Her pain stops ringing in her ears,
her breathlessness is fading.
She doesn't understand
that the stars saved her life
making rescue p o s s i b l e.
Fall is comingSummers ending
The fall is coming
Trees are bending,
Swaying with the wind.
Rain is falling
My memory not forgetting
My name with your last breath.
You scream and scream
Not letting go
You can't breathe
The pain is stabbing you
I just want to leave
And get out of this black hole with or without you.
Typical StereotypesI eat TOO LITTLE, so I MUST be anorexic.
I eat TOO MUCH, so I MUST be a fatass.
I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a prude.
I've had SEX, so I MUST be a whore.
I WEAR ALL BLACK, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I WEAR BRIGHT COLORS, so I MUST be annoying and loud.
I wear TURTLENECKS and LONG SLEEVES, so I MUST be insecure and hate myself.
I wear V-NECKS and SHORTS, so I MUST be a skank.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm QUIET, so I MUST hate the world.
I'm LOUD, so I MUST be an attention whore.
I have CUTS on my WRIST, so I MUST have done it myself.
I get MADE FUN OF, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm a PRETTY BLONDE, so I MUST be stupid, rich, and slutty.
I'm a GINGER, so I MUST be ugly and smart.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST be a gangster with an attitude.
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be too smart.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy and money obsessed.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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