u/Melanieogo

Do yall have dreams? Or remember them? cz idk i literally dont dream and everytime i bring it up to someone theyre js like "oh you probably js dont remember them" but I'll go to sleep l, then just wake up and theres nothing in between that, and its not like its a once in a while thing, It's every night. The only time i actually can remember something is i guess when its a nightmare? But thats like once a year or every few months. I cant even remember the last time that happened. And i cant see shit when i try to picture stuff in my head either. idk if that means i have aphantasia or not im js CONFUSED

I don't know who i am,

and im starting to realise that you played a big part in that.

You placed me in a box too small and too narrow

Bending me in ways my limbs wouldn't bend,

Snapping my wrists and my ankles in order to make me fit

And with my body u placed your expectations and conditions

Filling the box past it's limits.

But this box was cardboard and cardboard can tear

and suddenly out fell your expectations,

Down came my walls

And inevitably all thats left is me.

Battered and bruised picking up my own broken pieces.

I don't know who i am..

But im searching.

One broken piece at a time.

Comments:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/OjsFdJJRRA

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/H488BGylYg

I don't know who i am.

And im starting to realise that you played a big part in that.

You placed me in a box too small and too narrow

Bending me in ways my limbs wouldn't bend

Snapping my wrists and my ankles in order to make me fit

and with my body u placed your expectations and conditions.

Filling the box past it's limits

But this box was cardboard and cardboard can tear

and suddenly out fell your expectations.

Down came my walls

And inevitably all thats left is me.

Battered and bruised picking up my own broken pieces.

I don't know who i am..

But im searching

One broken piece at a time.

I don't know who i am,

and im starting to realise that you played a big part in that.

You placed me in a box too small and too narrow

Bending me in ways my limbs wouldn't bend,

Snapping my wrists and my ankles in order to make me fit

And with my body u placed your expectations and conditions

Filling the box past it's limits.

But this box was cardboard and cardboard can tear

and suddenly out fell your expectations,

Down came my walls

And inevitably all thats left is me.

Battered and bruised picking up my own broken pieces.

I don't know who i am..

But im searching.

One broken piece at a time.

Comments:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/OjsFdJJRRA

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/H488BGylYg

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To speak or to die? It's a simple question, but what if we're all looking at it all wrong. Because sometimes when you speak, you're already dead.

Sometimes the truth does not set you free and its really just a ticking bomb waiting to detonate. Then it lead to the question: Is it better to speak and to die if death is the moral high ground? Or is it better to be quiet and die with the guilt of knowing you kept your silence.

Sometimes there is no real decision and both choices can lead you to a tragic death. The question is though, which is less tragic and which are you strong enough to bear?

(Feedback?)

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/enIFoZxEQo

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/cxZWwiV8nd

I NEED recs literally js getting back into wattpad and im tryna find sum good to read

Im acc so sad theres like no shot of med anymore i got 157 and 59th js feels like all the time put in was for nothing. parents wont let me repeat either so i guess that's that.