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Jayden Jackson Poem
It started off as fun, and
games... Who knew fun could
turn into terrifying in a matter
of
seconds ?
I scream until my lungs are
raw, and unbearably painful .
STOP ! Over, and over until I'm
tired of hearing the sound of
my own voice .
The world spins faster, and
faster as the ride continues... I
wan't off . I want it to be over .
I'm dizzy , and weak .
My legs tremble with fear , my
heart beats with adrenaline .
Just stop the ride . Stop the
ride .
Copyright © Jayden Jackson | Year Posted 2014
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Jayden Jackson Poem
I'm making it up.
Do you really have the audacity to stand in front of me, and tell me to my face that i'm making it up.
The thought of you unknowing what I go through burns deep inside my soul after you tell me to "get over myself."
I try hard to fight back the tears. I cannot let you see me break down, I cannot give you
the strength to knock me lower then hell itself because god knows I've been there all my
life.
I'm making it up.
I can speak for myself when i say "I sure as hell am not making it up." Although with every
waking, breathing moment I wish I was.
Copyright © Jayden Jackson | Year Posted 2014
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