The true emotions of a broken writer

The title might be a bit much but it felt right. I was looking through my docs the other day and realized that I had a lot of random poems just sitting around so I figured why not share them. A lot of them are kind of dark but they all represent the thoughts and emotions that run through me. The poems I will be adding to this are small works that I have been working on since I was in high school because it really wasn't until my senior year that I felt I could express myself properly, hence the broken writer. Also while it may seem stupid I really wanted to recommend music for while you read this. https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL51qpp3xeV3ab641zG0C-qny2UQrqD9hx

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Chapter 1: You don't even know me

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I feel that not many people know me well enough but I am definitely a person where it feels like life is almost all pain and no joy because as soon as I start to feel the slightest bit ok everything gets fucked up again and I'm tired of it

All I ask is for life to be ok, for things to work out sometimes but my life can never seem to be ok for more than a day before the pain and anxiety and frustration returns

I wish it would stay away
I'm done with all of the bullshit that life throws at me
I can't hold everything in anymore

I sometimes just need to explode and sometimes when I do it doesn't always come out right and other people get hurt because we don't always mean what we say when we are hurt and angry

I truly wish pain didn't exist and that it didn't come to strike me in the ways that it has

It's broken my heart and shattered my mind as if it were nothing more than a mirror

It needs to leave me alone
It needs to leave my body before it all shuts down and I am completely destroyed from the inside out and exist no more for I am only a fragile being

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