Stasia Cayla Poems

I have butterflies in my stomach
The knife on my dresser taunts me
Telling me that no one will care if I'm gone
The voice in the back of my head whispers
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Sleepless is what I am
Sleepless is what I always will be
Wanna know why?
You try sleeping
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I don't care how you feel
I don't care what you think
I don't care what your friends think
I don't care what my parents think
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Where do I go to talk to someone?
Who do I talk to?
Can they help me?
Will they help me?
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Hey up there
Can you hear me?
Do you care?
Can you see my pain?
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Brothers are troublesome beings
Big or small
Older or younger
They are still annoying
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As I look around myself
I see little pieces on the ground
My heart is broken and forever silent
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I can just imagine
What it would be like to be free

Free from pain
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Here I am again
Alone in this dark, cold room
Voices all around me
Telling me I'm not good enough to do anything
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How do I know I can trust you?
That's the question isn't it

You said you wouldn't leave me
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