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Tell Them Please

She said sorry too often.
She apologized for apologizing 
Too much.
She said sorry like it was a 
Greeting.
She apologized for everything that goes wrong.
Because she has labeled herself as a 
Disaster.
She was sorry for not being good enough.
Because no one ever told her
She was good enough.
No one ever told her that she was
Something more
Then the mess inside her head.
So she learned to apologize 
For every single 
Breath 
She 
Took.

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Cabinets of Wonder

Maybe we're all cabinets of wonder.
Maybe we all have cubbies and shelves.
Cubbies where we stash things,
And shelves where we display things.
Things we adore and things we despise.
Things of happy times and things of not so happy things.
You can never know a cabinet,
Until you open it.
You can never know until,
You dissect it.
Screw by screw,
Board by board.
Until you can take it apart and put it back together,
With your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back.
You can never know until,
You've searched the cubbies and shelves.
Knowing everything by heart.
Memorizing every sadness,
Every smile,
Every unimportant detail.
See it's kinda like that old saying.
"You can never judge a book by it's cover"
You can never judge a person by who they are on the outside.
Maybe we are all people waiting for someone to open us up.
To search through our cabinets.
To dissect us.
Many people will open you up take what they want,
And leave.
But don't dismay,
For many people will search and scour,
Long forgetting what they opened you up for.
They will get enchanted by your cubbies and shelves.
They will seek out false bottoms and secret compartments.
Leading to deeper things,
Long forgotten.
For they will be the person,
To take you apart.
But when you are put back together,
You'll notice things.
Things like the sadness,
Doesn't seem so sad anymore. 
The unimportant details have become,
So much more than you ever thought they could be.
And when you're put back together,
You will be stronger.
You're scratches and dents no longer take up your life.
All because someone cared enough to open your life up.
To find the answer to why you are the way you are.
Because,
Maybe,
We're all cabinets of wonder.

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O Devilish Siren

The waves roar.
But you can't drown out the voice.
You can't handle any more.
See you have a choice.
Down to the depths of the churning sea.
Or up the sky's where you can be free.
She sits on a rock.
Not an inch to be moved.
Her gaze you have locked.
But your heart's yet to be soothed.
Her call beckons.
And you know you've lost.
The rocks are your reckoning.
You're life is the cost.
See this is what happens when you mess with.
Death.
This is your fate if you listen.
To the devilish sirens song.

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Start To Finish

Start
At the toes of bright
Colored socks. Up the legs
Of inky blackness on up to the 
Stomach a sea inside.
Out to the arm delicately scarred. 
Up to the chest now
Stop.
Breathe, feel.
That evergoing thump.
Pressing on.
A heart. Go on feel,
Look you've got one too.
Gentle now, don't break it.
Stop.
Breathe, feel.
Up we go, up past the 
Neck, the lips, nose, the eyes.
Now up to the head.
Stop.
Breathe, listen.
The roaring chatter of a single
Brain. Hopes, dreams, wishes.
Thoughts, ideas, feelings.
Yet none of it means, 
Anything.
Not yet anyways.
Stop.
Breathe, feel, listen.
Finish.

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The School Sighs

It's an hour after school.
The halls are empty.
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"I wish I could help more."
"Just not enough evidence."
The school says "please,
Come to us if you need help."
"I'm being bullied" the teens cry.
"You said ask for help"
"Here look, my wrists are bleeding."
"You don't hear what they say?"
"I know you do."
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"Just not enough evidence."
Next day.
Breaking news.
'Teenager kills herself due to bullying.'
"This is a tragedy."
"Please, I encourage you."
"Come to us if you need help."
A teenager comes to the school.
The school sighs and shakes his head.
"Just not enough evidence."

Are we destined to do this forever?
A cat and mouse game of
'Come to us.'
'Sorry not enough evidence.'
The scars up and down my arms,
The rising suicide attempts associated with bullying,
Isn't proof enough?
The attendance drops,
The friend loss.
Doesn't speak for itself?
Teens with tear stained eyes and
'Scratched by my cat' arms.
Making friends with counselors.
Because their office is a safe house.
Safe from the wars of popularity and 
"I'm cool, you're not."
Who gets to decide when all of 
This.
Actually get counted
As evidence.
I certainly hope it's not you.
Because if it is you.
You're killing us all.

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The Unwanted Guest

Depression greets me like an old friend.
Setting her things down on the driveway
And waving. 
As if she will be here for a while.
Stomping into my brain with dirt
Covered shoes.
Tracking mud all through my 
Happiness. 
She draws the shades and 
Complains that it's to bright.
Sighing she sits me down,
Clucks her tongue
And cooks me meals of self doubt.
Serving them with a smile.
She doesn't know she's unwanted.
Bustling about my brain she
Fixes the straight paintings
And shoves the furniture into a
Heap. Throwing out old magazines
Of confidence she claps her
Hands. In a cheery voice she
Gathers her things.
"All done, see you soon!"
Tromping out the front door.
She's off to terrorize someone
Else.
And i'm left with the
Remnants of my
Life.

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Depression

Depression is there.
It seeps into your bones and
You can't get it out.

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I Am Not of This World

I am in this world.
But,
I am not of this world.
I was not born here.
I was born among the stars.
My heart was a galaxy 
Threaded with stars
And kissed by eternal
Silence.
My mind is a void of endless
Black.
A whirlwind of wonders
Mixed with a chill,
Never to be forgotten.
My soul, dressed in the 
Elegant blues, reds and purples
Of the universe.
My body corrupted by 
The city lights.
An implosion of restless noise.
I am in this world.
But, 
I am not of this world.

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Excuse Me

Excuse me while I cry myself to sleep at night.
Having dreams of happiness this I will never find. 
Worlds come to life under a blanket of night. 
A tragic reality I will never reach. 
Excuse me while I apologize for living,
Because I don't feel as if I have a right
To breathe the same air as you. 
Slow shaky breaths are all I get. 
Excuse me while I turn everything I touch
To ruins. 
Gifted with the wrong Midas touch.
Excuse me while I write these words 
Knowing that I will be the only one to read them.
Beating my head against a wall for all the ways I
Said I was okay, when I wasn't. 
Excuse me while I silently kill myself
Because I'm scared of going back to the
Hospital and speaking up. Not 
Because of what people would say but,
Because I can't bear to see that
Look in your eyes again.
The look of wasted money. 
Excuse me while I waste my life writing 
Poems that will change nothing.
Powerful words that impact you 
Only as far as to shake your head and say,
"That's true, something should be done."
Excuse me while I listen to your advice that should fix 
Me but only shreds me open more. 
Excuse me while I do nothing and everything 
Wrong. 
Excuse me while I piss you off 
With my general existence because you 
Can't see what's wrong with me. 
Excuse me while I do the best that I can.
Excuse me while I let your words rule my life
And rip my self esteem to pieces.
Excuse me while I shatter my dreams 
Of wearing a sleeveless dress with a razor.
Excuse me while I implode on my thoughts,
Shoving them down because of the simple
Fact that I don't want to bother you.
Excuse me?
No. Bitch.
Excuse yourself.

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Olivia Struthers

I am a poet whose words mean nothing to someone,
And everything to someone else.
I am the noises at night that cause you to pull the blanket up 
To your nose.
Mysterious, dangerous.
I am blue water cascading down a rock face made from 
Music.
Psychotic in the brain,
And sane in the the heart.
I am death’s fingers grasping your soul,
Doing the devils dirty work.
I am controlled chaos, 
Beautiful pain,
And heartfelt lies.

I am summer breeze blowing through your bones.
I am happy memories,
Of a lost one.
I am joy that races through your veins,
And strikes you in the heart.
I am art,
Etched into my skin.
I am secrets,
Of scary people.
I am the imagination,
That books bring.
I am a silent guardian,
A watchful protector,
A dark knight.