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akiko Oct 30
I sit here alone, staring at that chair,
Eating slowly, lost in the air.
Once it held laughter, warmth, and light,
Now it’s a shadow of someone’s goodbye.

Time drips like honey, heavy and slow,
As I linger with memories, both tender and low.
The chair remains empty, a testament true,
To the love that once filled it, now lost in the blue.
akiko Oct 29
They can yell, They can scream,
I'll sit silent and listen,
Because, "To be a good leader,
you have to be a good listener"
Even if they don't say things you want to hear like,
“You’re such an attention seeker.”
“You’re not worth the effort..."
akiko Oct 21
So dark, so heavy, I drown in the quiet,
Memories of him swirl, a relentless riot.
Panic grips me; my heart starts to race,
I cry, I laugh—lost in this space.

I kick at the walls, I punch at the air,
Just leave me alone; it’s too much to bear.
In this storm of despair, I’m bound to stay,
Shadows my only companions, night swallows the day.
akiko Oct 18
I’m thirteen years old, a ghost in the crowd,
Wearing a smile, but it’s heavy and loud.
In silent corners, I fight with my mind,
In a world that feels cruel, unkind.

Each mark I make is a story untold,
A way to express what I can’t let unfold.
The pain feels like relief, a sharp, bitter sting,
A fleeting escape from the chaos it brings.

Alone in my thoughts, drowning in fear,
A shadowy presence that whispers, “Stay near.”
Days blend to nights, a cycle unbroken,
In whispers of darkness, I feel so forsaken.
Every cut, a different story..
akiko Oct 18
In the quiet moments, I feel so small,
A weight on my heart, like a shadow’s call.
Each day feels heavy, like a storm in my chest,
Searching for comfort, for a moment of rest.

I wear a brave face, but inside, I’m torn,
A child in the darkness, feeling lost and worn.
Whispers of doubt echo deep in my mind,
In a world full of noise, it’s so hard to find.

Fatherless nights wrap around me tight,
In the silence, I search for a flicker of light.
I scribble my pain on flesh I use as paper,
Hoping that somehow, I’ll find a tomorrow.

Each tear that I shed is a story I tell,
Of dreams left behind in a shadowy shell..

— The End —