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 Sep 2015 Broken
Got Guanxi
new
 Sep 2015 Broken
Got Guanxi
new
Let me change the colours to your tune,
i’m blue but who knew - colourblind kind.
Your kindness hides the shades of gray,
no-one knows who you are in your film noir phase.

I don’t mind if your mind changes in a different way to cope with the day, who i am to say whats wrong when you follow the moon to the stars to find who you are.

but tell me the truth tomorrow,
our time is borrowed from a universal feeling that keeps chipping away until theres nothing else to say!

That **** Philosophy;

It’s taken away minds like mine before.

Yours is yours and that is fine, but i’m inclined to believe in the things I see in my dreams, defining my days meaning and the ghosts of the past, forgotten memories and moments we can never look past.

Take me back to the time we made love in the trust of foreign objects and the affectionate conquests,
I can’t test myself within the confinements of invisible lines.

Take a step back to look past the facts and believe in the fairy tale you told me so very well -
it only came true when you kissed me without the contract that came with it.

I maintain my integrity but theres nothing left of me but my reflections familiar.

Who am i? To hide my racing heart in sombre tones,
umbrellas shade my fleeting mind and bruised brain, time and time again and forevermore, I hope.

Can you cope with capital, pretty - that city steals your identity if you can’t breathe without resuscitation.

but the thought of the situation makes my heart beat; discreetly.

Skipping as we count down the days.
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 Sep 2015 Broken
bc
Today my mother asked me if I was depressed. She proceeded to explain to me that she was worried because I never left my room and I just looked sad all the time. As she was explaining to me her reasoning, I thought about the way I've been feeling. How it felt as if everyday I was walking on quicksand. How it was getting harder and harder for me not to cry. How I would be constantly fighting an internal battle.
"Stay in bed, darling. Stay in bed."
"No I can't I have school today"
"Don't eat that. You're not worthy enough to eat"
"But I'm hungry I haven't eaten in 6 hours"
"Don't call your friends they don't care and they all hate you anyways"
"But I'm lonely"
I am constantly screaming at myself.
I am constantly fighting a battle that I feel hopeless in.
It's getting harder and harder to breathe everyday and it *****.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
Pretending has become a habit of mine.
I don't enjoy lying to myself and others.
Every once in a while I tend to break into my parents liquor drawer because I like the feeling I get when I sip *****.
It makes me feel light and airy, and for just a couple of hours, it makes me forget how much I hate myself.
I don't feel time passing by anymore.
I don't know the difference between night and day because everything is just a big blur.
I've lost all feelings and emotions except sadness.
"Are you depressed?" My mother asks me.
"No."

*(b.c.)
 Aug 2015 Broken
Paramount Pawn
Crime scene near the house
Police rushing to that place
Me locking every single door
Oh what else could I do
Grabbed every single thing that could be a weapon
Even things that aren't effective
Scared that these evil doers will come at my door
Countless thoughts keep coming at me
I'm seriously praying the rapture would come instead
 Aug 2015 Broken
Nicholas Cassidy
"DAY 1”
waking up doesn’t feel normal
Im scared to leave my bed
i feel controlled with no power left
This awful atrabilious feeling i have
Just gonna go back to sleep

“DAY 2”
Made it out of bed today
nothing has changed
I have class soon
Im scared to go out side
doesn’t feel right
doesn’t feel normal
Shower to try to fix this feeling

Okay made it to class
sitting in the front row
i feel like everyone is staring at me
i feel they know I’m not okay
they are reading every move i make.
But i know they aren’t
and I’m just thinking to much

“DAY 3”
Waking up this morning
i feel anxious
i have this rushed feeling
feels like the world is waiting for me
gonna go shower

So out of the shower
my mind settled for a little bit
i was comfortable but numb
numb to everything
To scared to go out side today


“Day 4”
Can i even call this a separate day?
I haven’t been to bed yet
sitting on this porch
looking at nothing
lighting another cigarette
**** i need to stop this
another pack gone
time seems to be moving so slow
yet so fast tonight

Its 5am time to try going to bed

Its now 10am sleep isn’t happening
been laying here staring at the ceiling
hoping for something to change
to feel anything
I’m numb to everything
my phone keeps ringing
texts, calls.
Cant even bring myself to pick it up

**** this

“DAY 5”
Things seem to be getting better
i left the house today
felt terrified for most of it
didn’t feel comfortable where i was
laying in bed
i finally feel the war has stopped
my mind has finally caught up
taking deep breaths

5 days of horror has finally settled
You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry
 Aug 2015 Broken
Lunar
bad hair days
 Aug 2015 Broken
Lunar
despite all those new hairstyles and haircuts
to make yourself forget about him and move on
girl, you can never change it to the way you want life to be
or cut him out from your life
and up to now, you have always been my reason why i started writing poetry
 Aug 2015 Broken
ilina286
~10w
 Aug 2015 Broken
ilina286
Why all the poems
Are becoming
Sad in the night?
 Aug 2015 Broken
Ellie Geneve
7w
 Aug 2015 Broken
Ellie Geneve
7w
The

BEST

poems

come

from

.....

broken hearts.
 Aug 2015 Broken
Rachael Judd
Anxiety
Controlling my everyday life
Anxiety
Taking my heart and throwing it against the wall
Anxiety
Wrapping around in my head to consume my thoughts
Anxiety
Crying and screaming against my throat
Anxiety
Crashing and thrashing its way into my body making me shudder
When theres a knock at the door
Anxiety
Lighting fires to my insides
Anxiety
Making my hands shake so someone will notice im unbalanced
Anxiety
Life ***** and I want to leave this place people call home, because no where is home anymore and I cant feel safe unless I am free
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