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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() Each word you spoke, each thorn you flung Used to pierce my fragile heart Each string of happiness hanging on By the force of dreams in the silence Yearning for more stillness and delusion Appearing a reality to the numb
To those who wanted to believe There was more than hurt behind words And more than pain behind tears Your careless words taught me That life’s greatest lessons Are learned through pain Such as a glowstick That cannot light up the dark Until it has been broken And in these words I say to you I hope your words have found their grave And disintegrated to ash That they have stayed clear of the sky And not died a dead rose Whose seeds float in the wind Hoping to find a forever home In someone else Your words have lived their life and Like all living things must pass away And I talk with no angst As they have taught me how to be strong And so, my parting words Will deliver the same Rest in peace, to your words Who have put me through The darkest nights and shown me The brightest lights Comments are closed.
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