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 16h Arpitha
Liana
I'm done with people being surprised by my speaking
Not knowing what to say
Being scared off
I know I can be intense
I'm sorry

I love deeply and I want to say it all
But I know I can't
I'm too intense
But it's hard to pretend
People mean less to me than they do
To some people out there
I have so many messages
I know are just
Too much
For me to send
Idk
 16h Arpitha
alia
I was writing,
and the moon blinked.

Next thing I knew,
my pen was gone,
along with the words
I didn’t know how to say.

I think it wanted to know
what I couldn’t tell anyone,
so it took them.

Now it glows a little brighter.
And I sleep
a little quieter.
 1d Arpitha
Ahmer
When you r dead inside
You see a flower
A black beautiful flower
Which whithers unnoticed
Its colours fade
But it still smells
At last, time turns it into dust.

You see a darkness,,
A deep dark devouring darkness,
It goes around you,
Encompassing everything,
Those walls, those memories, that you,
When it finally reaches you,
You let it take over,
You see it engulfing  from foot to head,
No pain remains, only sweet agony.

You see a tear,
Then a rain of tears,
Falling endlessly on the scorched ground of your heart,
yet your eyes remain silent,
See everything,
Feel everything,
But dry.
 1d Arpitha
Liana
It doesn't matter
How deep the water is if
You're drowning in it
"it's not that deep"
"Not a big deal"
That doesn't matter as long makes you feel like **** it matters and you deserve help

You could be drowning in your bathtub
The sea
A bowl of water
It doesn't matter, you can't breathe and deserve/need help
 1d Arpitha
Teesha
Once there was a girl
Who was as beautiful as a shining pearl.

She was her father’s princess,
And for her mother, an ocean of happiness.

Her angelic smile was contagious.
Amidst her laughter and giggles, she was a genius.

She would paint and play all day—
“A chirpy little girl,” they would say.

One day, suddenly, her life changed;
A storm came by, unexplained.

She stood there strong at the age of seven,
When people her age live in heaven.

The storm went by after a year,
and left her shattered in tears.

Her mind was flooded with memories that were bad;
She ceased to smile, as she was sad.

The misery did not end there—
Another storm could be sensed in the air.

She endured that too, silently;
Her mind was left with another bad memory.

The storms ceased to leave her,
And the memories became even more bitter.

But she managed it all so well—
No one knew she was living in hell.

But one day, she could take it no longer.
She decided to give up, not knowing she was stronger.

She now turned to medication and pills,
because she could no longer deal with the ills.

Suddenly, on her darkest night,
She found her brightest light.

What brought in the brightest light?
The realisation that she could fight.
On Autumn leaves and au-burn haze,
Running on wild and empty feilds
Soon the spring would come and bloom,
And when the roses burn ablaze,
But Now the fire has reached my room,
Where i could stare in unending gloom,
Soon i would burn in ashes so black,
Asking the flame what do i lack,
You are the flaw says the flame,
Nor to love ,Nor to tame,
Then only death is i wish and long,
As i am not a bird with a pretty song,
Nor to cage ,Nor to claim,
Only to burn on a burning stake,
If i stay ,If i stray;
Shall i be bound ,Shall i be caged
Either way is to burn away;
To breathe, to live is a mortal's pray,
Either way im bound to break,
I won't strive ,i won't thrive,
This time i'll burn alive.
                             __tsuki no ume.
Back when I was a little girl,
If you complimented me,
I would smile and say "thank you.'
I would feel like a princess,
beautiful and bright.
Now,
When you compliment me,
I just look at you,
Brows furrowed in confusion.
My whole world would stop,
suspended in time.
I would feel like you must be lying.
Old poem it’s a little rough
When life falls apart,
Why are my feet glued to the floor?
If tears were red,
they'd have seen —
my white pillow stained by morning,
red marks blooming on the bedsheet,
on my face,
on my shirt.
My eyes, still puffy,
still red
from the bleeding of the night before —
not from wounds,
but from weeping.
Eyes not meant to bleed,
yet they did.

And still,
no one noticed
the colourless blood I’ve spilled.
i wish my eyes never bled.......
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