Breey Hayden Poems

people have told me i have changed,
and that i always look tired.
these bags under my eyes explain,
i've just over expired.
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when ever i feel sick or sad
i take my pills.
i think i could do better,
i'm just a nut stuck in a shell,
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i'm okay,
i really don't care.
and whoever said we had to play fair?
sometimes my back up system goes down,
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if you think about it, life is simply a bowl full of cherries.
each cherry you pick is different.
sour or sweet,
like good or bitter memories.
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What goes through my mind.
Is something undefined.
Nothing ugly, sick, or sad,
Nothing that has to be that bad.
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i am so proud of you,
all the things i couldn't do,
you put it all together for me,
and now i wish that you could see....
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[this is a true story]


i was addicted.
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I look out toward the blurry sky
through the window of dispair.
i feel as if i always cry,
and no one has the time to care.
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a dying flower wailed to me,
as i crossed it's weary path.
it said, 'my dear, why can't you see? I've suffered none but others wrath! '
i tried my best to strain and hear,
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