sen-1 - Hello Poetry

Alone! Alone! Alone! I screamed No one responded Not even an echo How did it come to this Why am I alone? Someone please answer my call But not a single tone could be heard I was alone in this world No friends Just me I smiled A forced smile I never wanted to bring out But I pretended i was strong While being nothing,

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Jun 8, 2019

Jun 8, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC

sen-1

Echoes

Alone! Alone! Alone! I screamed No one responded Not even an echo How did it come to this Why am I alone? Someone please answer my call But not a single tone could be heard I was alone in this world No friends Just me I smiled A forced smile I never wanted to bring out But I pretended i was strong While being nothing,

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I drowned my demons by occupying my mind I drowned my demons by occupying my body The demons drowned me I am a prisoner now of my own choices Trapped in this mortal shell Trying to get out Afraid But trying

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Jun 4, 2019

Jun 4, 2019 at 5:22 AM UTC

sen-1

A prisoner of my mind

I drowned my demons by occupying my mind I drowned my demons by occupying my body The demons drowned me I am a prisoner now of my own choices Trapped in this mortal shell Trying to get out Afraid But trying

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I read the song lyrics you post And their secret messages they have They’re full of doubt Full of hatred Full of regret With tiny pieces of love And I keep asking myself, are you really trying to describe me? Is this the image you’ve created? Or is it just your biased fantasy of me? I don’t even recognize myself anymore Let alone understand your words

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Oct 28, 2018

Oct 28, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC

sen-1

Was it all a fantasy?

I read the song lyrics you post And their secret messages they have They’re full of doubt Full of hatred Full of regret With tiny pieces of love And I keep asking myself, are you really trying to describe me? Is this the image you’ve created? Or is it just your biased fantasy of me? I don’t even recognize myself anymore Let alone understand your words

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Time doesn't heal. And the wound knows it. Layers gather on the **** but the damage remains, hiding itself deep inside the secret scar

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sen-1

Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC

noren-tirtho

Time doesn't heal

Time doesn't heal. And the wound knows it. Layers gather on the **** but the damage remains, hiding itself deep inside the secret scar

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It's almost three in the morning. The problem is, I'm not tired, I'm _Broken_

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sen-1

Oct 24, 2018

Oct 24, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC

dillon-berrus

3 AM

It's almost three in the morning. The problem is, I'm not tired, I'm _Broken_

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Pure soul, bitterness, disappointment The taste of you, the aftermath. My heart a ruin Parts of me are still with you Refused. Within you and without you.

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Oct 23, 2018

Oct 23, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC

sen-1

Broken

Pure soul, bitterness, disappointment The taste of you, the aftermath. My heart a ruin Parts of me are still with you Refused. Within you and without you.

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You can’t bring dead things back to life it doesn’t matter how much you try All the joy, sadness, awkwardness and everything else Every moment From the best one to the worst Gone And you’re still there weeping for something that doesn’t exist anymore

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Sep 23, 2018

Sep 23, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC

sen-1

Dead flowers

You can’t bring dead things back to life it doesn’t matter how much you try All the joy, sadness, awkwardness and everything else Every moment From the best one to the worst Gone And you’re still there weeping for something that doesn’t exist anymore

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The church bell is ringing, I have this strange feeling to go to church? Im sitting near the balcony, witnessing the fall of dusk in this god forsaken city More and more lights go on, turning peoples lifes into a fools paradise Traffic? Like always, filling every ******* space. Thats it back to my routine.

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Sep 7, 2018

Sep 7, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC

sen-1

Evenings

The church bell is ringing, I have this strange feeling to go to church? Im sitting near the balcony, witnessing the fall of dusk in this god forsaken city More and more lights go on, turning peoples lifes into a fools paradise Traffic? Like always, filling every ******* space. Thats it back to my routine.

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