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brutalfully
brutalfully
My writing will tell you more about me than I ever could.
Stones are collecting in my stomach, weighing me down to the depths. I won't struggle this time. I'm just too tired. Let the water be my air. Let me feel it in my lungs.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Lungs
Please be careful, for I am a poet and words mean just as to much to me as your actions do.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
The Poet's Mind
It's unfortunate to say that I've always done my best work when my skin was the canvas and when the drawings would scab over and slowly ever so slowly fade into permanent marks.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
Untitled
I'm not fond of the water, but I swam in the ocean because I figured that if I couldn't drown my demons, I might as well join them.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
How Depression Feels.
One time I got told that nobody would ever like my writing because it was sad and pessimistic but she was wrong because there are so many people that are just like me and find beauty in the darkest people and fall in love with the saddest of them all.
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
Untitled
Made up of complicated thoughts and worse actions Sins that I won't repent Love that is unrequited Dreams that will be followed No matter how many mountains stand in my way Broken bones that still ache Shattered glass stuck in my scars
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Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
I am....
Sink into the sea, drift into the coma Let the silence overwhelm you. Let it take you in it's arms, let it breathe into your heaving lungs. Enjoy the few moments before the storm.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Death, Dressed In White.
This is it. The final time that you will push me around or hurt me so much that I spend the night in tears. You obviously do not care about me No, not at all. So I am done with you and your ******** Those were the final tears, the final time, that I wasted on someone as awful as you. So please, show yourself to the door. And do not come back. You are not welcome. I won't apologize. Not to you. Not again. Never again.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
**** Anything That Doesn't Make You Happy.
Dear Happiness, Arise in her eyes. Stop her sighs, the cuts on her thighs. Make her realize that the highs won't stop her cries or hide her lies. And if she dies... I'll miss her.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC
Okay? Okay.
Why is the dark considered bad? Because it is different? Because it hides things that we don't even take notice of in the day? Why are people so afraid of it? It's not bad. Just different. If it's bad in the day, it will be bad in the night. Darkness doesn't hide evil. It just makes us more aware that it lurks behind trees. So shouldn't we be hating the day? It's the liar. The light makes us think we are safe, even when we aren't. But the night, with it's infinite darkness does not hide anything. If it's bad in the night, it will be worse in the day. Because we don't even know it's there.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
Light And Its Idea Of Truth