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Everything

Everything doesn't feel real

touch

it's all in your imagination  

this is all a dream

we are all inside

your head can't you see it's all nothing but a memory

just close your eyes

go to sleep there's

nothing to fear

but life itself

But this is the

end of the poem  

there's no time   

left to continue

so this  is how it'll end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fear of the dead

Sittin in this empty room

watching  my mind flutter

across the page of my memory

and listening to  the slow moans of the dead

> the embracing arms of the cold dead

that stalks me every step i take and

sleep with me even when i'm ignoring their presence

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

YOU.

You treat me horribly

I'm 19 I should have freedom

but I don't you're trying to keep me under your wing But you're wrong  

it's not gonna work

I'm ready to go ready to leave

I can't stand it here you yell cuss and try to fight

You threatened to hit me

You try to scare me but you don't Try breaking me now

I have someone who will help me stand

You're not ready for me to go but watch me leave

Your not gonna win

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Introduction

 When I was little I was the Tasmanian Devil or what my mom calls me the devil's child.
I have done a lot of things when I was little.
I caused a lot of headache and most of my scars came from my childhood.
I was a curious child and done almost anything I could not to be bored.
The house I live in was my first house.
The apartment mom and dad lived in I probably lived in for a couple
weeks to a month but this was when I was first born.
They felt like there wasn’t much room there so they moved here and
this is where all the things that I’ve done or that has happened, happened here.

GREEN!

 The house was still. I was about 3 years old. My mother just got off work.
She worked 3rd shift at walmart. Mom comes home and plays with me like she always did.
I must of got tired and so I lay down on the living room floor trying to take a nap.
She lays down on the floor  and she falls asleep beside me.
I wake up and I tapped her she was dead asleep.
I got bored didn’t know what to do and then suddenly
I hear something calling my name. I went to the trash can and pulled trash out of it.
I put it around her. I go in the kitchen and got into the cabinet where the kool aid packets was.
I pull the green one out and put water in a cup....

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I have been kept in a room with my own desk.
I'm covered with dust. She no longer comes in and uses me like she did.
It's been a long time since my ink has been used and keys have been pressed.
I hear footsteps that are lighter than normal echoing coming towards my door.
The door knob twisted and the door creaks open.
A little girl that looks like my owner walks in and spots me on my desk.
She walks closer into the door and glances around. She has reddish blonde hair.
She wears glasses and has a plaid shirt.
Her jeans looks worn out like hand me downs.
She is pale white like the kitten snowball wondering around.

I got so excited.She spots me and walks closer. She blows the dust off my keys and presses on them. They start dinging.It kind of hurts when she does but it feels good at the same time. It has been a while since I felt this way. I peek out the door and saw her but older. She doesn't look as good as she did. She looks sick and tired.Her hair is shiny grey looking. Her eyes green eyes look gloomy and droopy.

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It’s a cold October day in Staten Island, New York.
The wind blows through the trees. I’m on my way to the bar where
we are having a family meeting.
I enter the bar and I see Ronny, Jim and Bobby sitting there at the table waiting on the boss.
They was sitting there talking about  their records and what they have been doing since
the last time they was together.

“So Ronny how is your family doing?” Asked Jim.

“They are, doing fine.” Replied Ronny.

“ We are only here to talk about the reason we are here.
We aren’t here to talk about anything else, no family business,
and that's the reason we are here and that's it!” Exclaims Bobby as he interrupts the two.

“Jim,Ronny,Bobby there’s something I need for you to do for me” said
someone from the corner.

From the shadows of the bar a tall muscular Italian descent man dressed in
black steps in the bar. The Boss. He sits at the edge of the table where he always sat.
It all got silent. He is the most powerful one around. I once saw him shoot one of them
shiner boys in the head over something he was told.
They all was rattled up ready for a war to start but it didn’t it just made us divide apart
more it made us hate each other and not wanting to be in each other's presences.

There was once this old shiner who was not bothering anyone.
Another family boss and his members told something to the
Boss and they went and shot the old shiner dead right in front of
his grandchildren and his wife while they were eating dinner.
The Boss does not play around and He doesn’t care about who's
around or what happens he kills who he’s ordered to in cold blood, dead on the spot.
He once shot his own member in front of his son because someone told him that the
reason he went to jail once was because the member, who I believe was
Donnie, had ratted to the cops where boss would be, and when he got out boss
shot him dead right where he stood. He was begging for his life, though what’s the point
of begging when you're already dead the moment you join the family but most didn’t
believe it till it was them.

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CHAPTER ONE:

THE BEGINNING

Did you see the rabbit hopping around the room playing around,
having fun while birds are chirping and singing hanging from the fan?
Did you see the pony sticking its head out of the wall watching my every movement
while I sit here in this room and write this book?
Things are appearing and disappearing.
There are fights happening deep inside of my head with the voices
tearing me apart and they are my only friends.
They keep me up at night watching things that don’t exist.
They argue and argue about things that do not even matter.
I sit and sit thinking on this bed. Writing and writing nonstop.
Nonstop arguments between family, the voices and me.
They are the only ones that keeps me company right
along with the misery inside of me.

“Hey loser, you’re never gone amount to anything.”

“Don’t talk to him like that he’s not worthless.”

“Yes, he is; Look at him sitting on this bedside doing nothing with his
life he’s such a low life. Talking to his imaginary friends seeing things
and hearing things talking to no one who's there.
You have no real friends you just have us, you're writing your drawings that’s it.
Your family doesn’t even care for you. You’re not even here to them.
You're just a nobody. Just dust in the wind nothing but a faded memory.”
“Hey guys look at this jerk off he’s trying to run from all his problems.”

“LEAVE ME ALONE!!!”

“I CAN’T GET ANYTHING DONE!!! I CAN’T SLEEP OR
DO ANYTHING WITH Y’ALL TALKING!!!!!”

“Oh Jacob, Only a little longer. You’ll be completely insane.
You mom threatened to put you into a mental asylum,
your dad’s in prison for murder. They want nothing to do with you Jacob.”

“Alright guys stop it stop bullying him.
Let him live stop trying to cause more troubles than he’s got.”

“JACOB.” Calls a voice from down the hall

“JACOB ARE YOU UP, COME ON IT’S YOUR FIRST DAY BACK AND
I DON’T WANT YOU TO BE LATE.” A wondering voice from down the hall.”

“I’M UP.” I yell.

I lay back down. I close my eyes and drift back off to sleep.

“Hey, Jacob, you’re skipping school again today?”

“It’s gonna catch up with you oh wait it already has.”
“You’re just a loser. Nobody likes you nor loves you.
You’ll never get a girlfriend, a weird oh a freak.” The voice argues.

“You mind as well drop out. You’re such a loser;
You're too stupid for anything you mind as well give it up
and quit life you suck at it anyways. You fall at everything nothing
you do is worth anything; Mind as well just end it.”

“Hey guys let's leave this loser alone.” “He’s not worth it.”
“Catch you later Jacob you loser.”

Postpartum Depression

This sucks. You break down over everything, nothing is normal, it all is flying by me. I can't hold on I can't control anything its all just passing my by. I wanna break down but I can't fully do that, I feel like everything is my fault.. like I'm to blame... I'm broken.. I'm crumbling...

Drowning in my tears

I'm drowning in my tears
I've cried so much I can not see
it all hurts
everything hurts
it feels broken
I can't put it back
together it keeps
cracking, falling, breaking
I can't reach
its to far to grab
its falling and falling
I'm falling and falling
down... more and more
everything is spinning
spinning out of control
nothing to hold on to
nothing to grab
it's all fading away
like there is nothing
left... left of me
I am broken in to pieces
crying the last of my tears
trying to put it all together...
me all together....