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my greatest fear
is that i will forever be the friend
left behind,
the one uninvited
with friends, but always alone

i'm scared to let people in
not because of the damage you'll do,
but the damage you'll find

what happens if i never become
someone's "someone?"
will i just be no one?

i'm scared that you will see past my lying smile,
and realize that the little girl
waltzing on broken glass
is all i will ever be

my greatest fear is that
you see me the way i
see myself
Hear me out
listen in

I cry out
a cry within

I hold out
holding it in

bleeding out
*and bleed within
 Jun 8 bleedingink
alia
Some people laugh,
but they’re hurting inside.
They say, “I’m fine,”
with tears they hide.
So always be gentle,
you never quite know,
who’s faking the light
while feeling the low.
just clearing my drafts.
 Jun 8 bleedingink
McKenna
I’ll stare from across the room
I know you’re going to be my room
But I’m way to in love
I’m going over and above
Out of my way just to talk to you
I really hope you like me too
An angel sent from hell
I hope you know how hard I fell
An addiction that won’t go away
All that’s left to do is pray
Eyes I can drown in
A face that has to be a sin
So I guess what I’m trying to say, that’s true
I really do love you
Sorry doesn't change a thing

what's broken
remains broken.
A hero and a spirit of death
both hunters looking for their path

on the first look they don't make any change
both looking to prove themselves
but there's only one way
to take the others life away

one with a mission, without any discussions
and one with glory and fame
kleos we name

but what if there was a world without the pressure
a golden treasure
where everything is different…

maybe the myth didn't mean to end his life
but just about opening his eyes

they could be friends without an end
For my litle star searching for herself
 Jun 8 bleedingink
1DNA
Doctors see more blood
in sterile rooms
than soldiers do
on broken land.
Inspired from "Descendants of the sun".
 Jun 8 bleedingink
Keegan
It never occurred to me
not once in all these years,
that surviving the storm
was a quiet miracle.

I stumbled through a childhood
built on broken glass,
each careful step
cutting deeper than the last,
innocence lost to shadows
I never invited in,
dreams replaced by whispers
that told me I couldn't win.

I was set on roads
that led straight off cliffs,
expected to fall,
expected to drift.
Yet something unseen,
a quiet, defiant flame,
kept burning within me
despite scars with no name.

I never paused to wonder
at my own stubborn light,
how in darkness so consuming
I learned to ignite,
how a voice I thought silenced
spoke courage from my chest,
turning ruin into resilience,
pain into progress.

Today I sit in quiet awe
of all I've overcome,
grateful for the battles
I didn’t know I’d won.
Though memories ache
and old wounds sometimes call,
I stand amazed
somehow, I didn’t fall.

Now here I am,
the sum of unlikely victories,
a quiet miracle
emerging from mysteries.
And finally, I honor
what I never could before:
the strength it took to survive,
and to want life even more.
Like a broken machine
my mind tries to shut down,
but the cogs keep spinning
round and round.

Completely overheated,
the oils run dry—
you overthink and worry
‘till one day you die.
If to sleep is to know peace,
I'll never sleep again
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