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Olivia Daugherty Poem
I dig the blade into my skin
I don’t get why it’s such a sin.
People drink until they drown
Until they can’t hear a sound
People smoke until they’re high
Until they think they’re in the sky
People avoid until there’s nothing
Until the pain starts numbing
What’s wrong with a couple small scars?
How much different are they really from bars or cigars?
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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I’m never proud of me, but I couldn’t be more proud of you
I’ve lost myself again, but what if finding me takes losing everything else, too?
I’ve never wanted anything more than to reach out and feel your touch
That will never happen because I’m not her, and it pains me so much
I’ll sit in this glutinous span of greed and desire
While my feelings turn from desperation to you burning alongside me in the fire
And I give up, because what is there left on this earth for me?
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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I want to stay forever in this void of peace & tranquility
Forget every responsibility
I want to remember what it means to be me
How it felt like just to be
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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I’d been dead only an hour
My ghost arrives with zero power
My mom walks in she screams and cries
At least it was her oldest daughter who dies
My brother can’t take it it’s all too much
He runs away and falls out of touch
My dad found out two weeks past the date
He only ever tried when it was too late
When my friends found out their eyes got wide
They knew me but they only knew one side
I’d been dead only an hour
And my spirit has faded like a flower
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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It’s a heartbroken person
Permanently sad
The dark thoughts worsen
They’ll drive you mad
It’s a million different colors
They blend together as one
You can’t explain to the others
So you give up and run
It’s nowhere and everywhere
You can’t ever break free
The world you saw once was rare
Now you’re waiting for the right time to flee
It’s complex and never ending
Leaving you broken and damaged
honest and real but always pretending
Taking in more, but it can manage
It’s a knife to your throat
An unspoken but ever present danger
Drowning in sorrows, trying to stay afloat
Someone pushing you in, an eerie stranger
It’s an everlasting promise
A whisper in the dark
Staying up late watching for comets
By yourself at the park
It’s suffocating claustrophobia
Locking you up and throwing away the key
The deep and hollow melancholia
Is all you’ll ever be
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I’ll shed myself a final tear
I’ll say all the things I’d like you to hear
I’ll get over all my fears
The ones you’ll never help me overcome
I’ll cry until my heart is done
I’ll sing until all the words are sung
You’re gone now, but you will be missed
I’ll dream about you, good dreams are wished
I’ll never learn how to ever exist
Without you there by my side
I’ll be a coward and run and hide
I’ll waste away until my soul has died
Without you I have nothing because you were my everything
I’ll give you the world I’ll give you anything
I’ll give it all up because without you here I’m levitating
To the great place above
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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Do fish ever bore
Swimming around in their tanks
Nothing to hope for
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It’s always: “why do you talk so much?”
When I hardly speak at all.
It’s always: “why are you so careful?”
Because I’m afraid of the fall.
It’s always: “why’re you so dramatic?”
When I just need a friend.
It’s always: “Yeah she’ll be fine”
Until they see my end.
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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The flowers died on Monday
The ones that’s showed up at my door
I say that I love you
“I’ll always love you more”
We sit and watch my favorite show
“You spoiled it, I already know”
We say goodnight and go to bed
“Without you I’m filled with dread”
We wake up and go to work
“When I come home I’ll read your work”
I get home, I wait and I wait
I’m still alone, it’s half past eight.
The flowers died on Monday
You died two weeks before.
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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Wounds that have healed in time
I have plenty would you like to see mine?
Copyright © Olivia Daugherty | Year Posted 2025
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