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Emotionally damaged.

Every little thing negative hits me like a ton of bricks.

Its not even negative.

They don't understand how you feel.

You just don't have the guts to tell them.

You don't want their reaction but deep inside you do.

You want someone to ask how you feel.

You want to break down in tears holding your heart.

You want them to hold you, tell you its going to be ok.

But you just say, "I'm ok".

My mind says do this, do that.

I don't make a move.

All I do is shake and shiver as my emotions hit me at once.

Its to much for one to handle.

They just don't understand.

They don't know how it is to be emotionally damaged.

But once again, you aren't the only one.

You don't know what they went through.

You don't know what they're going through.

All you want to know is why does it hurt so much?

~Cynthiaa

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Future.

I've been loved, I've had it lost, I don't mind it though.

I've moved on to more meaningful things.

A lot has been going on recently, nothing too important.

I've gotten A lot into other things also, I won't go into too much detail.

What about you? How has your life impacted you to be who you are now?

Have you been dragged in the dirt, cleaned yourself but the stain never left? When will it come out you wonder?

Well, the stain has recently told you it never will.

It would rather brand into your skin forever and ever. So much for your future.

You tell yourself.

~cynthiaa

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Sunshine

Where can I find some?

Of course, opening the door on a great day.

A great day for the sky of course.

For me, a cloudy dark day as usual.

Silence interrupts me as I'm in my own thoughs.

I've been bumped.

Stupid, you're standing in the middle of the street.

I look down at the ground as I walk back inside of my dark gloomy home.

Sunshine waves to me but in the inside it calls.

~cynthiaa

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Feelings.

Feelings are too bunched up.

A hard tight knot.

These feelings of mine.

But not just my feelings.

Theirs too.

How come they can't see themselves out of the door?

It makes me uncomfortable thinking about them.

Thinking about stupid feelings.

So I stop.

~cynthiaa

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My fears are stuck in boxes.

They're not eager to get out.

All Fears have left me dead, sick to my stomach.

They changed my life.

I never liked them.

But then again I realize I'm not the only person.

~cynthiaa