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SHE ⚫⚫⚫

Somewhere between surviving and becoming

She was right where she was meant to be

Through struggles and suffering

She fought to be free.

Wearing her pain and scars like trophies of a win,

Proud and graceful than she's ever been.

He had tears in his eyes That is, when I told him. That I've thought of the blade before. I saw it. He wondered why His hands shook. When I told him For a second I almost thought I saw him cry. I asked him nicely. I was sweet. Polite. His receiving nod, it was Slow. Quiet. And his hands shook As he drew a butterfly On my wrists On the slashes He kissed them goodnight. And just he left He wisphered He said I'll slay the monsters that live in your head And right then I knew I would be okay Never again will I forget That day.

See Me

A mirror or crystal
I reflect and refract
Those looking past
I will always distract

For no one knows me
And that is safer
Than baring my heart
With its strength of paper

For if you look past
This glimmer and gloss
And then turn away
I will be lost

Too late, too late
Now you have seen
These things I hid
Behind the screen

Will you leave
Or will you stay
You know me
Please don

Understanding

Understanding is elusive
Words, language, emotions, thoughts
For some it comes easy
For me, within my head they

Empty

Empty

I was ...

Empty

Numb to the pain feeling insane no room to complain because i had to be strong... noone understood me so i was the only one id listen to... being confused and lost lead to internal hatred a mind full of regret is what my life has painted... all i wanted was to be free... free of the mind that had enslaved me... free... of a soul that could no longer express itself because of fear... free... of the negative voices in my ears... free... of this fantasy and expectation that everyone seemed to live so simply... and as i numbed my soul from all the pain i remained empty -Unique

I rolled my eyes at romantics

their misleading antics

their innocent capers

their hope filled endeavours

they had an overwhelming capacity

for love

for kindness

and were always loved back

but I was alone

but then he came along

just a guy

not much

but he's seen my scars

and they've felt his touch

he kisses my demons goodnight

and he kisses my scars too

I used to roll my eyes at romantics

but darling, then I found you.

Symptoms

The doubting of reality
I once ago read was
The first sign of insanity
I knew it true because
I seldom ever ever feel
A little more than halfway real
My head is full of stuff
I'm never here enough

It was a Monday morning when
I tried to write them down
Our math class had come to an end
On my face was a frown
Instead of words the voices think
I'd filled the one-fourth pad with ink
But it felt like that too
When voices spoke to you

Sometimes I try to tune them out
Therefore I sing or read
Here are the things they talk about
List down the things you need
Just look at all the mess you made
A shelter or a barricade
Perhaps a spot of tea
Please don't remember me

Inquire of the proper way
To set the stars on fire
Across the room is here to stay
A person you admire
You might want to recheck your notes
Sometimes metal on water floats
I'm right behind your ear
But no-one else can hear

The princess of non sequitir
Is too easy to find
And there is no mute button here
For silencing my mind
If I could scream then they might go
But that would be quite rude I know
And give people a scare
And would make people stare

The symptoms of some sanity
I do not even know
I lost touch with reality
A long long time ago

Electric Weighted Blanket

I want to leave the world I'm in
Of longing and regret
I wish the world was kind enough
To be my oubliette

I'd always come if I was called
If they'd just let me stay
I'd always speak when spoken to
They'd always have their way.

I know they've always wanted this:
To leave me and forget.
I wish the world was kind enough
To be my oubliette.

It would be nice to disappear
Beneath a heavy cloud --
Can I be anywhere but here
For here is just too loud.

For here I fear, for here I cry
There's too much going on.
And here I fear I won't know why
I fear I won't go on.

Can I be where the world is still
Where silence muffles speech
Can I be where I can be 'til
I can't ever be reached

Can I be where my face is dry
Of pained, confusing tears
Can I be where my lullaby
Is not a list of fears?

Can I be where the world is warm
And where the world is dim?
Where I am far from all alarm
Where I am close to Them

My heart is in a bottle, floating on a sea in a storm, you could say I'm safe in here, but I'm not free, outside is only drowning flooding defeat. Inside is trapped to observe the wondrous world in the sky and beneath my feet. If I stay here, maybe someone will read me. What they'll see I cannot speak. I could float till I find an island, it might not be paradise. I could press against the glass and watch my life pass. Only to remember my past. Or I could break the container. Sink in blame and fall apart like paper. Drag across the broken shards and watch my ship depart. Drown in the ocean while held down by the storm. Knowing my last moments would be free. But torn

My life is just bitter memories. Bitter enemies. Vengeful tendency. Memorable tend to speak. If I could make them the enemy I would. Yet amongst them is my love. Every time. The worst fairytale left silence to mime. They turned my friends, my friends turned to them. Yet everytime there's always one in mind. Me and her would seem fitting. Like we could take a seat and fit in. We wouldn't be in place or out. But together I would hear no doubt. The blank expression would only speak the warm thoughts. Even without talk the atmosphere would be love caught. But they are stuck to them. And I could not rend. I couldn't come in between what I see for what I think was seen. I suppose it's like romeo and Juliet. Yet I have no one one my side. I just have to walk to the slaughter to love in my demise. Yet I do not die, just another slice of my heart will say goodbye. everytime. It seems new. I've seen lies. I try. Stay by the guide. Play nice don't play their games. Leave it to silence. Don't speak names. Can't complain, it's just my pain. Never get to know what they felt. Feelings never get tamed. Never feed the flames. Just watch the clock and let my heart stop. Set the hands on fire and hold the barbed wire. Just to stay at the fence. Where I could see the love, and let it become past tense. Always walking into the lions den. Just to hear her laugh one last time. Always bleeding through the pen. Just to wait until she says when. But what then, I would have had an idea. Nothing here. Nothing went. Just time spent