#aledspoems

[aled-writes-poems]

Poem I wrote called sorry

"I'm so sorry" I say from above

you're all here to express love

I wish I could be with you now

I wish I could find a way how

I feel bad watching you cry

Watching from the sky

You all found me dead

my hands covered in red

I heard you punch the wall

and then make a dreadful call

you were with me until the very end

we both know you were more than my friend

and now I'm in the sky that's starry

and all I can say is, "I'm so sorry"

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I want to tell you about everything I've accomplished.

I want to tell you about my family.

I want to tell you about all the movies I've watched.

I want to tell you about the TV shows I've watched.

I want to tell you all of my poems.

I want to tell you how much my anxiety lessened.

I want to tell you you're the reason my life got so much better.

I want to tell you about everything.

but how do you say that with just a "hello"?

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Tonight I see stars shine in the sky

I'm aware they probably already burned out

But even after their death, I can still appreciate their beauty

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I wish people knew what it's like to hide yourself to the point where you can't find yourself anywhere you look

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It hurts to see someone you know change after something bad happens to them.

It hurts to watch someone you know go from super energetic and happy to quiet and reserved.

It hurts to know that you can't change the past.

Sometimes, the person that you watch break down is you.

Sometimes, it's the saddest thing you can view

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As I let go of your hand

I find it hard to stand

you leaving has brought me to the ground

I never pictured you not around

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I reach out to the last part of my actual personality that I still have left. It feels like I'm holding on to someone who's about to fall off of a cliff into an ocean. They keep on scratching my arms, trying to hold on and trying to survive. But the ocean seems like it's about to claim another victim. Maybe changing everything about myself was a bad idea. I start to think, as the last part of who I really am, let's go of my hand, and starts to drown. I have killed myself at the expense of a little bit of fake love.