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Best Poems Written by Viktoria Eriksson

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Bright Blue

the colour bright blue-
the happiest spring feeling.
whatever happened?

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Another Sleepless Night

Another sleepless night. 
Will you ever stop haunting me?
Another sleepless night. 
 I try to distract myself with stupid youtube videos.
Another sleepless night. 

Every time I close my eyes I see you. 
Every time the noise dies down I hear you. 
Every time I pull the covers over me I feel your touch.

Another sleepless night. 
I try to think about something else. Anything else. 
Another sleepless night. 
The thoughts go round and round in my head.
Another sleepless night. 

Every time another touches me now I think of you. 
Every time I walk alone I think of you.
Every time I imagine the future you pull me back to the past.

Another sleepless night. 
I am so utterly exhausted.
Another sleepless night. 
What would my life be 
if you hadn't assaulted me?

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Strength

expanding balloon;
a golden glimmering sphere
-strenghth of survivors.

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And Yet

Just another day
there's nothing special and yet
the grey dark gathers

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The Problem

She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
She would think about it often,
Sometimes she even made plans. 
Seldomly she'd even start to prepare. 
Though she never took the last step. 
She wasn't selfish enough.
That was the problem.

She wasn't selfish enough,
That was the problem.
Once, she had thought it through.
Once, she had made the plans. 
Once, she had finished the preparations. 
Once, she had taken all but the last step.
But she wasn't selfish enough.
And that was the problem. 

She wasn't selfish enough, 
That was the problem.
The thought of family and friends,
it always stopped her. 
She didin't want to make them suffer.
So insted she kept on suffering. 
She wasn't selfish enough. 
And that was the problem.

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Finally

Bubbles of true joy
Floating upward in my chest
- Scars almost healed