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Life made sense to me when I felt your touch I thought you'd stay forever in my arms You brought me short-lived happiness I didn't know love before you found me You took me close to a place like heaven .
Fearing death is like fearing a sneeze After it’s over, people will turn their heads Some will say bless you Even those who never knew you
I don’t want to die today Not today Today I woke up on time to make it to class Today I baked a cake Licked the icing off my finger tips
We are not appraised by how we begin Nor are we judged by our face or our skin We learn to hide what we’re told to by others Using our clothes and makeups as covers
everybody dies, everything else is lies. this is the only truth, there is no surprise. no matter where you hide, death will come and find you. it was meant to be, it will remind you. it won't hear you scream, it won't wipe your tears.it will stand
Normal people find there happy places Well for me I don't have one This happy persona is just a lie I'm not happy, I'm sad
I fill my life, with worthless stuff, knowing full well, it's never enough. others seem happy, so why can't I? I fill my lungs, with another lie. swallow the grief,
The question is... When did you start caring? You never once took action to make sure I was okay You never once asked me how was my day You never once told me it was going to be okay You never once!
The saddest feeling Is the one not felt The one that stays, and is never let out The one that haunts and torments The one that fills you with nothing the one that soaks you dry
Dear You, I ask wholeheartedly, If I were to die today, Who might miss me? No, not those in my immediate heart, But what of those who knew my soul?
Dear Luck, You know I am always thinking— hoping— for you. Everyone is.
Bumps of ketamine. Go to bed real late. It’s not what it seems, Hell is a soulmate. Vodka made of tears,
The power of poetry is so brilliant and true The power of poetry is surely you The power of poetry is in true love's first kiss The power of poetry is when a Prince rescues his Queen
1. Until death comes; We may never realise the true beauty of life, The treasure in a simple hello, Even the luxury of a warm hug; May to us; go unnoticed.
Up's and down's are all I have, But flatline is where I want to be. No feeling, no pain in my life; No happy or sad just nothing. I want this low to be gone, Even if I lose the highs.
My mama told me that I belong in the world. Now I never took her word for it, For I never met a man who belonged. Not really. Not truly. We are all struggling to get somewhere.
Need gets confused with want You ask me about it, and I can’t respond For need changes in time
we're dead while living. we're living but not breathing we were alive before being born, we grow without growing we see without seeing we hear but not everything we know
For fucks sake I haven't eaten in three days I am too tired to stay up this late To do this stupid assignment that I hate I would rather be digging my own grave
My heart is breaking, my faith is shaking, too much is what all of this stress is taking. Can't calm down, can't look around, on the outside I smile. On the inside I frown... So tired of life,
When I'm low I dream of gettin high,
Would a filter be typing? Would a filter mean no erasing? Does that mean I can't correct my grammar? I'm going to give you the realest me there is, no bullsh*t. Well, to begin, my appearance.
I'm falling further from myself, Down into the depths that threatens, To swallow me whole. The water rushes about my face, It fills in the space left by my body. This is where I die.
If i die today its ganna be a Holliday a day full of black clouds a day that rains cat and dogs People will stop there work all around the world
I’m scared to tell you what’s going to happen, ‘Cause I’m not ready to let you go, I’m scared if I tell you, We might never grow, I’m scared to say “I love you”, ‘Cause it ain’t so,
When we die, We'll fly like birds in the sky, Together till the end of forever, N' every soul in death is the same, With a story to its name, N' these bird all cry, Singing the songs of pain n' pleasure,
"What would I change?" they all asked. I simply couldnt reply. "What would I change?" is too hard of a question. That day is to unbelievable to even start. What would I change about July 21st, 2013?
Here we found our home
Even when I die My voice shall cry Immortalized through The mind`s eye Even if I rot You will not forgot You will hear my poetry More than the ticking of the clock
it is strangling, sucking out my inner self till im nothing but a lifeless carcus till my ashes drift away with the roaring wind and become one with the apmosphere.
They didn’t have to clip your wings, You were never meant to fly, You were only born,
people today think they know what respect truly is, when they don't even respect the opinions of others.
wear a hoody so if I get arrested for a wrong crime it means I’m automatically guilty They say I’m the strong kind But what if it’s the stuff I’m meant to survive that actually kills me?
Habits Never Die Promises. Broken. It's not a contract; you can renew. You say it once. You break it twice. Guilt has tainted you. No time to lament. It's done.
We stand to fall, We run to crawl, We laugh to cry, and we live to die. No matter what turn you take, your actions all lead to fate. The fate at the end of the road you're on,
I'll call you in the morning, so you know that I'm alive. For I might die while I'm asleep, when darkness covers my eyes. For when you are not with me, I'm drowning in the sea.
There's a garden Grown by the Devil's reapers And they plant souls Of all earth's little creatures They'll give you the peace You wouldn't find in any preacher
Our World is quiet, and operates in shadows. The secret committees commence with their meetings. The silent leaders annually rendezvous. We are strong and stealthy, though we are only teething.
"Wanna try?" my friend, Megan, asked me, in a slurred voice. She handed me her drink and before I could answer, she ran over to her friend's Rolls- Royce.
Life, So meaningless and rich, It withers like a dying flower And yields its beauty with, Yet richer than the richest golds And finer than the finest jewels,