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Trump Voters: Bu-bu-but Trump said the tariffs were gonna make us all rich? I thought we were gonna make America great again?!

Trump Administration:

Blue

Blue, not black – the color of death.

’Tis true. It’s a blue.

Dark, deep, it swallows light.

Blue so deep it’s the darkest night.

It’s frigid. It’s viscous.

It’s a clogging blue.

It backs up.

It freezes.

It captivates and suffocates.

It stops and rots.

It’s the blue of pain,

and bruises,

and stagnant blood.

It’s the blue that never comes back.

It’s the blue right before black.

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I’ve struggled with deep emotional pain for most of my life. Every day, I’m confronted with a few choices—often between doing nothing or choosing to live another day. Writing these poems has helped me externalize what I’ve spent so long holding inside.

My hope in sharing them is simple: that someone might read these words, feel a spark of connection, and trust what I say here—

If you or someone you know is struggling with thoughts of self-harm or suicide, please get help. Call or text 988 to reach the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline, available 24/7. You are not alone.

I've been craving for your attention lately,

And I've been feeling hollow without you.

Your image only exists in my mind, 

You don't exist in the real world.

I'm sure that's why I've been feeling so lonely lately,

Because no one compares to you. 

I'm overwhelmed by all the things I have to do Until they day comes and you save me from this misery. 

Maybe I should give up on this waiting.

But how am I supposed to continue when I feel so disconnected from everyone else? 

When half of my life I've felt so broken.

How someone is supposed to give me a love I cannot accept?

No one understands this feeling and I've been waiting for quite some time.

It's been 24 years and I've grown desperate.

I thought it was you, the image in my head that kept me hopeful,

Everytime something changed in my life I'm waiting for your arrival. 

But you never do and I have to endure my days feeling incomplete,

I fear the day will never come, 

I'll be 45 and you are nowhere to be found,

I'll watch the days pass alone while my time runs up.

I'm tired of this searching and meaningless waiting.

I want you here right next to me.

Feel his wrath.