Caralia💞

hiii💞 i’m a high schooler just trying to find peace through writing poetry💞most poems i write are related to my life (some sad some happy)💞 my stories are usually from my history/math class daydreams💞 never be afraid of the dark, you’re never alone🖤💞

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Caralia💞

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surviving

Caralia💞

1 min read

I don’t remember

the feeling of being okay

I don’t remember

the desire to achieve something

I don’t remember

why this all is worth it

I spend my days

hiding bloody wounds

after spending my nights

waking up from empty sadness

Time is just

an endless loop

of nothing

So what’s the point?

It won’t matter if I stop trying

It won’t matter if I let myself fall

_It won’t matter if I crash_

_and...

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Caralia💞

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We all looked the same in the dark

That night

I could only see the shapes and the stars

That night

We all looked the same in the dark

But he didn’t

I was scared

I could only see the shapes and the stars

The grass looked like air

The light only shone from afar

It all looked the same in the dark

But he didn’t

I saw something move

From the corner of my eye

I saw his hair

His face

His eyes

I sa...

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Never far💟

Caralia💞

1 min read

I see you in the sunrise

When the stars fade

and the sky slowly

fills the universe with light

I see you in the morning haze

When the birds make their first call

And the moon disappears

From so close yet so far

I see you in the clouds

So perfectly lush

So beautifully shaped

So peacefully free

From so close yet so far

I see you in daylight

I feel you in the sun

The rays tracing my skin

Warming m...

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In the Hood

Caralia💞

1 min read

1. In my hood.

skipping through the woods.

carrying a basket.

picking berries to eat.

juicy and sweet.

what a treat!

but a girl.

mustn’t dawdle.

after all, grandma’s waiting

2. after all, grandma’s waiting.

mustn’t dawdle.

but a girl.

...

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Sleep🌟

Caralia💞

1 min read

Sleep

Used to mean

Cuddling with loved ones

In a soft blanket

Clutching tight

To my gazillion animals

Laying by me

Sleep

Used to mean

Having the silliest dreams

And waking up giggling

Sleep

Used to give

Me energy

For a bright day ahead

Sleep

Used to be beautiful

Now

Sleep feels like

A burden

Because why do I

Have to sleep

When I could be up

Being productive?

Sleep

Feels pointless

When you ...

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Math Tests😢

Caralia💞

1 min read

I sit down

So ready

To conquer this test

With my sharpened pencil

I write my name

With loopy letters

Perfectly spaced

Then I look over

The first page

Expecting to feel

Like I know it

But instead

The words blend

Together

The graphs

Become meaningless

The symbols

Turn into scribbles

My mind

and

**S**

**E**

**A**

**R**

**CH**

**ES**

For _anything_

But what does it find?

_No...

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Streets🚷

Caralia💞

1 min read

(This is a poem not a story, and it’s me not my brother lol)

Streets

Cars rushing by

No traffic lights in sight

Cracks and bumps

So wide

Every step

Feels like a hike

Babies wailing

Beggars pleading

Pedestrians crowding

The narrow, deep

Never ending alleys

Brown,

Orange,

White,

Fluffy,

Furry,

Tiny

Cats

At every turn

Searching for a home

Or even just a friend

Here I am

Wavering back and forth...

The Crack💙

Caralia💞

1 min read

(If you want, you can listen to Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift while reading this. Start at 2:30! It won’t be the same length as the song, so it might not perfectly match up lol.)

My eyelashes curled,

My blush blended,

My dress tied,

My smile bright,

I looked through

The crack in my window

Through the broken glass

I saw a little girl

Heavy rain

Slipped down her face

As she clutched her umbrell...

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They Saved Me🦆

Caralia💞

7 min read

(Sorry this is so long lol. Thanks for reading though :) Also, this does mention depression and suicidal thoughts. Just a TW!)

“I’m not depressed, Mom”

Because I’m not. I’m just a girl who likes to write really sad poetry. Is that so bad?

“Honey… you were diagnosed with depression. Whether you think you’re depressed or not, you need therapy.”

I had it all figured out. Yes, my mind has been in ...

Find Each Other💙

Caralia💞

3 min read

There was a mother who once lived in Florida with three beautiful children.

They were all young and each of them had a breathtaking view from their bedroom window.

Rosie, the oldest, had a view of the shoreline.

Fran, the middle child, had a view of the garden in their backyard.

Marie, the youngest, had a view of the bonfire where adults would gather by every night.

The kids had a nice hou...