We are in a constant state of falling apart
We can't seem to move on
A complicated existential crisis
A chaotic mess of thoughts
We are just shutting our eyes
We are just walking away alone
There are too many times
When the only escape is sleep
Our world has become so fake
We forget who we really are
I can't stop feeling everything so deeply
I can't stop thinking about everything so strongly
We face most of our battles
Inside our heads
Raging wars
Losing fights
When you're the strong one
No one helps you
When you're the smart one
No one helps you
It hurts so much
But we're used to it
We're used to being quiet
We're used to putting everyone before ourselves
I look in the mirror
I don't like what I see
Earthquakes and tsunamis and droughts
All happening at once inside of me
Try to fall asleep
Before you fall apart
There is always truth and knowledge and emotions
Hiding behind those crying eyes
We're losing feeling
Becoming numb
I don't know which is worse
Feeling everything or nothing at all
Becoming strangers
Losing friends
I don't want to survive
I want to live
Everyone has a dark side
Demons who find comfort in the night
Everyone has a light side
Angels who ignite our souls
We just want to disappear
Just like everyone else who leaves us
We break our own hearts
Over and over again
Close your eyes
See the quiet paradise
Shed some tears
See the cold emptiness
Our smiles are rotting
Our brains are rotting
Our hearts are rotting
Our health is shattering
Everything is a beautiful combination
Of dead and dying
The sky sees all of our secrets
The moon and stars and sun full of hidden whispers
We pretend to be happy
Making these mindless cries
That come out in shallow breaths
A silence that will not be forgotten
*****
Damaged people are the most dangerous.
~Luna Galaxy, a fallen star
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bloodied whispers
Poetrywe don't know how to word things sometimes we're all poets with scattered thoughts we're still finding out who we are and who we're meant to be so let's discover our future no longer lost in the forgotten past ***** a collection of poems by yours...
