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Emily Julia Gooch Poem
I suppose we all have a lengthened life,
some alone,
some kind,
some hard fought,
some short,
and some long
And we all deal with death in a different way,
some deal with it by not caring,
some by showing how they crumble,
some don't show anything and crumble on the inside.
The thing is we never know when...
when we'll see each other again,
when we'll laugh with each other again,
when we'll go through memories with each other again,
when we'll cry
or when we'll smile.
We all have to think about something...
what do we want as our legacy,
do we want people to think that we're
kind,
funny,
annoying,
or to have a bad reputation.
the fact is that death is real
there's no doubt about it we could just drop dead right now or
we could live to our 80's and 90's
We can't change when or how we die
but we can change what people
think of us when we die
so think hard,
think deep,
think through life,
think about your life,
think about the meaning of life,
think about how you wanna die,
think about who will grieve if you end your life now
I guess what I'm trying to say is that
we don't know what will happen
so live in the moment,
be kind,
respectful, and love,
love all,
love with all your heart!
Copyright © Emily Julia Gooch | Year Posted 2024
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Emily Julia Gooch Poem
I guess I wanted a friend so bad ,
you'll probably think I'm mad,
but i did not check and see if they were gonna be fake
i guess i thought there would be no pain caused
as i rake
up all my pain
and realize i should have seen all the signs of a dagger coming to stab me
in the back
cause all of those secrets and bonds created
have just imploded
i guess you have a knack
for stabbing people in the back
I've asked your old friends
and they all say your daddy issues are
only starting to be amends
even thought now knowing wat your problem is i
still wonder
if you hate me ,
why you want to hurt me,
like what did I do to you
to deserve such a painful relationship with you
and why did you betray me like this
oh wait i know cause your a fake friend
with a fake heart
but i realize that
I've gotta give you the benefit of the doubt
and treat you better than you treat others in order for your heat to become real again.
Copyright © Emily Julia Gooch | Year Posted 2024
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Emily Julia Gooch Poem
MOTHERS
Who helped us in the
first few years of our lives
who will continue helping us during the
rest of our lives
who taught us our every day things
and how to do them
who put up with our
crying every single hour
way back then
who looked at us
in dismay
every time we got
taller
who was our
emotional support
through out our life
who gave us hugs
when we needed them
who quit
their dreams
as a means
to raise us
who told us when we
needed to fix something
in our life
who went or will go
through the tears of us leaving
who will always know
every thing about us
who will always love
us even through
our worst mistakes
who knew
what makes
our soul before we did
mothers
who do we need to respect more
than what we do
now
who will help us with
our new beginnings
and ending our ends
who will always try to
make amends
even when its not for them to do
mothers are worth more
than we treat them
therefore
i think its time we start showing them some respect
Copyright © Emily Julia Gooch | Year Posted 2024
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Emily Julia Gooch Poem
MY DAILY CONVO
why do i exist?
why am i alive?
why do we destroy ourselves
for others.
we wanna die but what
about our mothers.
RUTS and MUTS!
is what we're called,
we might as well just be
mauled!
we might not have bruises
but the mental wounds have
us on our knee
crying in pain with no one to hear.
we fight and fight
our demons inside
but they laugh they laugh at us
cause we'll always be losers
in that fight
we're restless at night,
frightful at light,
wishing that we might
be freed from life.
hypocrites lie saying
"you'll get through it"
but do they know what's in my mind?
DO THEY KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO WANNA DIE!
SO HOW, HOW CAN THEY LIE
to us
WHY do they lie
to us and TELL US THAT
WE ARE ALRIGHT,
WHEN WE'RE NOT!
we're not, we're not alright!
They say stop playing
VICTIM!
WELL I AM A VICTIM!
IM A VICTIM OF DEPRESSION!
IM A VICTIM OF SELFHARM!
IM A VICTIM OF THIS GENERATION!
IM A VICTIM OF ANXIETY!
IM A VICTIM OF MY HEAD!
but of course
i say all this inside
my head
quite as a whisper i nod
my head
when asked are you alright?
are any of us all right?
are we ever alright?
Copyright © Emily Julia Gooch | Year Posted 2024
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