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All Good Things Come to a End
You made me smileWe were really good friendsWe have not talked in awhileOur relationship has come to an endDeath of a Broken Heart
spirit,
The thought of you lifts my
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It lifts me so high I fly
But then I f
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for you bringing m
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back down to earth,
But you weren't there to catch m
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So I hit the ground,
And broke my . . . h . e . a . r . t .Father dearest
I've never been one to judge,But it's come time for your reckoning.Justified injustice of character,Quite subpar.Fine
How are you? Fine. Sure, you're fine, a pitiful piece of you just came as a fleeting family member left but you're fine. You just lost a competition you've been work towards for months but you're fine.
Her Broken Heart
A ripped shell holds the inevitableThe lost vow thought unbreakableHer swollen core cracking slowlyFreeing the feelings she thought so lowlyInamorata
I breathe...
The very essence of me
Breathes in the deep scent of you.
You are not my lover.I love you, but you are not my lover.
Judge Me Not
What is it like to not be judged in a world where being yourself is just not enough? What is it like to be yourself and get a hug without being judged and getting mugged by someone who barely even knows you but they’re scared of what they think they know but don’t know anything about so they lash out on you and lose control, funny right? But I guess that’s how life goes people get mad about things they can’t control. How does it feel to be loved by someone who sees all your imperfections as a high and can see themselves with you for the rest of your life?Number 3
We’ve got time.
Everyone always says “we’ve got time”
But what is time…
How much time do we have…
How can you make me such an empty
and futile promise.
We’ve got time!?
We’ve still got time…
Ode to the lighthouse
I came to you with my wings ripped against my will like a wingless bird locked in a golden cage,I long to fly free above the skies,beyond the stars and moon,but i came to you to mend my wound,For the pain of worldly deception and contempt had left me bleeding,that i cry every night, silently,weeping deep inside, loudly,One more try
I yearn for death in the small of my back,
Every crack in my bones ache for the pain.
I crave the feeling of a blade vertically down my wrist
The slipping of consciousness.
Selfishness
abort your idealistic views.Your physical certainty is lack lustered,Coated with inadequacy.Struggle
Life is hardIt gets really hard sometimesFrom small things,Small fears, small worries, small problemsDay by day it gets piled upThought I’ve able to take a control of itThought I’m already okayWithout realizing that those piles are actually still thereUntil one single thing added up to those pileCausing all of them to break apartThat’s when I realizeI’ve never been okayThose small things are piling upTo the point where I can’t bear anymoreWhere I fall to my kneesAnd my tears breakI feel like I barely hold onI wish I could just let go everythingI wish I could end all of theseIs dying the answer?To end all the pain I hold in this worldThe pain of incapable of doing anythingThe pain of keep wishing life will get better but never knowing whenThe pain of trying to live with this painSynonym for sadness
Overwhelmed.Scared.Paranoid.Frightened.These are a few of the words I use to describe myself.