nikki-tshawe - Hello Poetry

i talk to my heart i beg it to stop beating cause i'm so tired of living but it won't stop it keeps pumping what do i have to do to make it stop i don't want to have to take my own life

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Nov 5, 2025

Nov 5, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC

my heart

i talk to my heart i beg it to stop beating cause i'm so tired of living but it won't stop it keeps pumping what do i have to do to make it stop i don't want to have to take my own life

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Loving you, Has been. Will always be, A humiliation ritual.

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Nov 4, 2025

Nov 4, 2025 at 12:07 PM UTC

Humiliation ritual

Loving you, Has been. Will always be, A humiliation ritual.

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The day I rise from my slumber, And see you and feel you close to me. Is the day the djinn has me under his spell, And feeds on my blood, While I dream. I will soon awaken. Because I will know for certain. It is not real. For you will never love me, Not in a million lifetimes.

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Nov 4, 2025

Nov 4, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC

The Djinn

The day I rise from my slumber, And see you and feel you close to me. Is the day the djinn has me under his spell, And feeds on my blood, While I dream. I will soon awaken. Because I will know for certain. It is not real. For you will never love me, Not in a million lifetimes.

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My grandfather walked. My grandmother walked. So that my mother could run, And I could fly. But I too am walking, Because no one kept the teachings— The wisdom of my grandfather, who walked, The strength of my mother, who ran. And so, I walk. So my children may run, And my grandchildren may fly.

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Sep 2, 2025

Sep 2, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC

My grandfather walked

My grandfather walked. My grandmother walked. So that my mother could run, And I could fly. But I too am walking, Because no one kept the teachings— The wisdom of my grandfather, who walked, The strength of my mother, who ran. And so, I walk. So my children may run, And my grandchildren may fly.

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My tears have grown tired. My spirit has grown weary. Lord, if you're there, Please hear me. Why have you brought me here ? I suffer endlessly and tiredlessly. If you've no further purpose for me and my life, Please set me free. You've left me here all by myself. No one to love me, Nor care for me. I don't feel your presence. I don't experience your love. You don't hear my prayers. You have forsaken me. In this cold world. Are you so cruel? I've neither learnt nor gained anything, From my suffering. It's only made me doubt your existence more and more each day. Release me. I beg you. For I don't know peace. I don't know ease. Save me, please. Your mysterious ways, Seem to lead only to misery. Where is my savior? Why does he not favor me, And my family? We are all doomed. Sworn into poverty. It breaks my heart to see my mother suffering. Yet she continues to believe in you. She thinks you're coming to save her. But to me it seems like she will die poor. Just as her mother did. Who also believed, And waited upon you faithfully. Same as her mother before her. Where are you really? Tell me truthfully, Why you leave us wandering in this ruse? Your light shines upon the wicked. You show them mercy. You allow them to feast upon the weak and needy. Exploit the vulnerable and profit. And praise you, just as we do. Does it amuse you? Is this all a trick? You bless the evil, And curse the righteous. All for a promise of a kingdom, No one living has seen. Why have you brought us here? Was it to brush your holy ego? Many will say this is blasphemy. Blasphemy is the injustice of this world we were brought into. With no consent. I envy the atheist. For no one created him, Only to torment him. I envy the dead. For they have seen the truth of our fate. I envy God. For he cares for no one.

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Jul 19, 2025

Jul 19, 2025 at 9:59 AM UTC

I envy God

My tears have grown tired. My spirit has grown weary. Lord, if you're there, Please hear me. Why have you brought me here ? I suffer endlessly and tiredlessly. If you've no further purpose for me and my life, Please set me free. You've left me here all by myself. No one to love me, Nor care for me. I don't feel your presence. I don't experience your love. You don't hear my prayers. You have forsaken me. In this cold world. Are you so cruel? I've neither learnt nor gained anything, From my suffering. It's only made me doubt your existence more and more each day. Release me. I beg you. For I don't know peace. I don't know ease. Save me, please. Your mysterious ways, Seem to lead only to misery. Where is my savior? Why does he not favor me, And my family? We are all doomed. Sworn into poverty. It breaks my heart to see my mother suffering. Yet she continues to believe in you. She thinks you're coming to save her. But to me it seems like she will die poor. Just as her mother did. Who also believed, And waited upon you faithfully. Same as her mother before her. Where are you really? Tell me truthfully, Why you leave us wandering in this ruse? Your light shines upon the wicked. You show them mercy. You allow them to feast upon the weak and needy. Exploit the vulnerable and profit. And praise you, just as we do. Does it amuse you? Is this all a trick? You bless the evil, And curse the righteous. All for a promise of a kingdom, No one living has seen. Why have you brought us here? Was it to brush your holy ego? Many will say this is blasphemy. Blasphemy is the injustice of this world we were brought into. With no consent. I envy the atheist. For no one created him, Only to torment him. I envy the dead. For they have seen the truth of our fate. I envy God. For he cares for no one.

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Good day, Rock bottom. Not very pleased to meet you. It seems, I've hit you. My apologies. It was not intentional. Please excuse me, Kind sir. Would you be so kind as to, Show me the way out of here?

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Jul 19, 2025

Jul 19, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC

Rock bottom

Good day, Rock bottom. Not very pleased to meet you. It seems, I've hit you. My apologies. It was not intentional. Please excuse me, Kind sir. Would you be so kind as to, Show me the way out of here?

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Did God really bring us all here to suffer and endure? What on earth was He thinking?

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Jul 19, 2025

Jul 19, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC

Did God?

Did God really bring us all here to suffer and endure? What on earth was He thinking?

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Make two fists. Slit my wrists. Feeling lost in a wreck. Slash my neck. Free me from suffering. My life, I give as offering. End me. Free me. For life has no meaning. Light has ceased beaming. Where is God? I am null and void. I don't belong. I sing this sad song. So I make two fists, Slit my wrists. Into the darkness I drift. With my heart at a rift. Should I live? Or should I die? So, I make two fists. Imagine I've slit my wrists. Nothing makes any sense. The world is dense. I wish someone would slit my wrists. While I make two fists. It's not death I fear. It's living, constantly in fear.

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Jul 18, 2025

Jul 18, 2025 at 7:42 PM UTC

Slit my wrists

Make two fists. Slit my wrists. Feeling lost in a wreck. Slash my neck. Free me from suffering. My life, I give as offering. End me. Free me. For life has no meaning. Light has ceased beaming. Where is God? I am null and void. I don't belong. I sing this sad song. So I make two fists, Slit my wrists. Into the darkness I drift. With my heart at a rift. Should I live? Or should I die? So, I make two fists. Imagine I've slit my wrists. Nothing makes any sense. The world is dense. I wish someone would slit my wrists. While I make two fists. It's not death I fear. It's living, constantly in fear.

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I can't wait to die No one will care Neither will I Greetings, death, my dear I yearn for your cold embrace I wish to quietly disappear And gaze upon your void face Pull me in, draw me near For I have no one Free me from forsakeness and fear I am all alone Release me, death, my dear

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Jul 11, 2025

Jul 11, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC

Greetings, death, my dear

I can't wait to die No one will care Neither will I Greetings, death, my dear I yearn for your cold embrace I wish to quietly disappear And gaze upon your void face Pull me in, draw me near For I have no one Free me from forsakeness and fear I am all alone Release me, death, my dear

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I can't wait to die No one will care Neither will I Greetings, death, my dear

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Jul 10, 2025

Jul 10, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC

Death, my dear

I can't wait to die No one will care Neither will I Greetings, death, my dear

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