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I keep telling myself,
That it will be fine,
I will get back to normal again,
Like it used to.
Like when we were together,
Enjoying life, worry free,
I keep telling you that it will be fine again,
But you won't listen.
"You'll get through it," they said
"It's just a phase,"
"You're overthinking,"
"Get more sleep," is what I've been told.
They think I can handle it,
I've tried but failed,
They think they had helped me cope,
But all they did was whining.
Now all they can see of me is a walking vessel,
A vessel that is numb to her surrounding,
A vessel somehow merrier in her mind,
A more acceptable and affectionate mind.
That it will be fine,
I will get back to normal again,
Like it used to.
Like when we were together,
Enjoying life, worry free,
I keep telling you that it will be fine again,
But you won't listen.
"You'll get through it," they said
"It's just a phase,"
"You're overthinking,"
"Get more sleep," is what I've been told.
They think I can handle it,
I've tried but failed,
They think they had helped me cope,
But all they did was whining.
Now all they can see of me is a walking vessel,
A vessel that is numb to her surrounding,
A vessel somehow merrier in her mind,
A more acceptable and affectionate mind.
Literature
Specter
How many years have I roamed through these halls?
I search for something that I cannot find.
The darkness encloses, pressing on me;
I exist in a vacuum: bodiless.
I must have done something terribly wrong
To go on for the remainder of time
With needles tearing the skin I don’t have,
I gasp for air to fill lungs that aren’t there.
I search through the halls to look for myself.
The screams I hear can only be my own.
I wish I knew what I did to deserve
Such a dreadfully empty existence
So I could beg a shred of forgiveness.
Literature
Fallen
When I was little, I held my hands up
and there was always a bigger pair
there to pick me up, raise me up
Dark and cold both accumulate near the ground
but I had found
a path to heaven, now forgotten
as the earth turns 'round;
So overcome by confusion, how...?
I can't cast my demons out
one devil still pulls me down
off the earth and off my gentle cloud
I lay upon the ground,
bloodied, broken, beaten down
and lament my fate, silenced now
He recalls his immoralities as if
they were someone else's little slips
and though his words have scarred me
much deeper than any knife or whip
he parades through town, a man, a god
going on about life as
Literature
A Graveyard
We’re sick enough to spill someone else’s blood,
paint a picture of ourselves with it, and call it love.
I guess that’s what the ego does
when it forgets the bodies we’ve become will eventually turn back to dust.
We’ve held onto the worst parts of our nature,
tried to survive on rotten fruits of our labor—
maggot filled and mangled flesh, should’ve seen it as a sign,
but lately we’ve been complaining that the apple hasn’t been tasting right.
Taste buds blossom and reach up for the taste of death,
spit spilling out our lips, smoke collecting in our chests,
hands erecting effigies
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I keep telling myself that my writings are good...But I didn't believe it.lulz
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keep telling yourself you write well and you can only get better.