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When it's time to clean the mind So much trash I do find Scrambled up like mixed up eggs Very sick and I beg
Its raining, I'm dreaming, of being with someone. Or is it just the music clouding my mind, And my tears resulting from the lightning and downpour coming at this time. 
I was always the happy one There would be the year I just faked it all, 11th grade year was that year, for me The year where I realized I was done--   I was coming back from my left knee being shattered,
Death for me  Is a pleasant dream My soul is spilling  Dark ink seeping  Out of every crack In my broken heart It isn’t heartbreak This is emptiness  Full encompassing emptiness
Feelings are weird My tears, they make a river  Falling one at the time   Filling a pool of cries  I'm hiding, you see No one knows the real me  No matter how many tears I cry at night   
Young and curiousLearning to fake feelingsYoung and furiousPeople called friends bullied meYoung and hopelessFacing demons but not knowing a thingWhat were they called
How do you eat an elephant? Ignore it. Push down all the hurt inside It will go away in a matter of time. Nobody will get it, nobody will care
I'm addicted to something new; It feels like a magnitude; Each day it becomes renewed; My heart is split in two; I'm beginning to get blue; But this addiction is like glue; It won't move;
made of paper  folded by an illusion  paper boy breathed but was not alive mended with confusion with insomnia until five   not sure why or how he got there nor when or where he'd gone
       8:16 PM   Fear Agony And despair. The three things  Consuming my every thought My entire being It's suffocating  Screaming Dark and cold
I look back on the memories we’ve had sometimes agoWhen life was free for every one of us, both young and oldWhen hiding in dilapidated buildings wasn’t a survival techniqueAnd death was from nature, not a man-made epidemic
Trapped in a dark room, No entrance, No exit,  Nothing but an endless passage of pure darkness I know shes here I can hear her Once again her fear and anger has tooken a toll on me
I'm tired of being secondAnd never being first.I say I'm fine with the part I playBut man, it really hurts.
The world forces us to grow up, Through agony and pain. Is happiness even worth it, When you can lose it again?
thank you for getting frustratedthank you for callingthank you for pissing me offbecause that gave me something else to feel that daythank you for feeding methank you for needing me
  He is a flame in the daylight: Seemingly innocent To the naked eye, But painful To the touch. Though he leaves
static flesh gripping round my statue eyes burnt crisp with wakefulness. desiccated tongue voice and unpretentious there is no point in trying to fight   uninvited abhorrent spirit
Waking up every night at 2 O'clock in the morning I see the moon, and I can't help but to start mourning  Over my lost sleep. As I weep, I'm in pain And I gain  Nothing at all.
Whose diary is that? I think I know it's owner is quite sad though it really is a tale of woe, I watch her frown, I cry hello,   She gives her diary a shake
You've tried to find a way To make yourself ok But with everything they say There's no possible way Just let me forget The pain that i kept Each night that i wept Until no tears were left
Abandoned and broken by all that I’ve known, My trust falls away into the unknown, My heart holds the pieces to my decay, My solemn walk of pity and shame, I stared upon the idols I held most dear,
Can anyone hear me? Hello? Thought so. Talking into a deep and empty cradle of depression and anxiety.
sometimes you understand the reality of the worldhow its stupid infuriating and not worth the effortyou see the endless struggle that you call a lifeand only get greeted with dirt as your prize
It's always been there through and through. Melancholy has always been around you. When your happy, with out a care in the world; Melancholy surrounds my world. A cloud of sadness and despair arrives.
 Their Eyes  like fire that burn like hell.  So the bright she still has trouble looking directly into people's eyes on the pretense that she might ignite. The comments turned a little girl into an internal battle of emotion.
September 28 ,1995 the day I was born to this world after I was born my mom was too sad because she had to given her beautiful son to her sister because if she doesn't given her son he will be in Forester home with his brother and sister when time
My heart started racing when his name popped up on my phone’s screen. I flash back to the many nightmares of him hunting me. I'm caught in a state of fear, attempting to read his mind,
Its so hard to be strong when you want to be weak Its so hard to wake up when you just want to sleep Its so hard to leave the house when you just want to curl up in bed Its so hard to eat when you don't want to leave your room Its so hard to fight
When you were dying, I was dazed yet ambushed. We were fusing, and I got cold feet. Who knew I wasn't cunning, firm, nor merciful of your love. The content was only in text, and a dial was abundant.
me and my demons, inseparable teammates, deep inside they are, waiting to be triggered.   their boss, called depression, calls them at night, tells them it's time to ruin my life.
Slowly that smile crept up on meTaking me off my feetThrough thin airCold windsIt all still howls honest regrets But yet i feel carelessIt never actually lastsI care about everyone and everything
*Before you read this poem I wanted to add a trigger warning. This poem is about self-harming. If things like that bother you then do not read this poem.*   I sat there and stared How could this happen?
Broken tree with broken branches Creature lurk and take advantage   Tree that blooms with pure white flowers
Phantom hands grasp When never severed Reaching, Tearing, Pressing Few hold long Many falter Each leave marks of passing Which burn
"It's a curse, a friend of the grave" they judged a black, and guessed on someone's soul at its color, but they're the most worst, whom are ready to let millions of innocents die in the bloody lands,
                                                                                                                     I hate the rain. It’s been raining all day and each drop tears me up
No Sound  /  Crimson Blood Deep Abyss / Endless Flood   Dead Stare / Heavy Rain Empty Heart / Forever in Pain
what do you think of when it comes around?do you try to fight it?do you try to think of other things?or...do you let it consume you?do you let it be apart of you?that would be easier, right? to let it in, completely?.
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