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Poems of Pain and Solitude
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.Complete
Deadly - Poetry
/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/Complete
Stay ✔
All the thoughts in my head that just won't go away. Maybe this will make you stay. ~~~~~ #77 in poetry [9. 27.17] #90 in poetry [8. 16. 17] #136 in poetry [8.03.17]Complete
Pain || ☑️
- "i'd rather feel pain," he said. - "then nothing at all," she cried. - "rather feel pain." they said together The lowercase is intentional.Complete
Chance Encounter : A Love Story About a Comic Book Chick
This is bad, never I'm my life has my heart being placed in the hands of a stranger, But she , She is an exception, A celestial exception. Chance Encounter? not really , this more of a one-sided, unrequited love, at that very moment I saw her, Eradicated fascinations and sensual Infatuations fill my mind like a blocked drain, my mantra changed from "I need some change in my life" to "I need her in my life". My Addiction to her got to such an extent that I couldn't endure a whole day without seeing herComplete
Transformation
Going through a lot and expressing it here :)Complete
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.
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