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Hannah Nov 4
Lost, lost,
Never found
Burry me in the underground
Six feet under
And I’m sniffing
Dead bones
Dead brains
Cuddling with
Skeletons.
I thought I was going to
Rot
Decompose
It was odd
I believed in reincarnation
All my life
I thought I was going to die?
Teleport
And forget.
Although, I recognize all the misery.
I did not want to.
Take me away,
I want to be with the dead.
Forget my existence,
I was never there.
I will never be there
And when I vanish
Nobody will hint it.
  Nov 4 Hannah
Romaisa Abbas
Validation –

Is it the same for you as it is for me?
Is it just one opinion or many?

Validation –

Why is it even necessary?
Why do I want you to see this and agree?
Why is it that I feel the need to speak?
Is recognition mandatory?

Validation –

Is it a measure precautionary?
Or is it an attempt to break free?

Validation -

Is it the same for you as it is for me?
π˜‰π˜¦π˜­π˜°π˜―π˜¨π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨 π˜ͺ𝘴 𝘒 π˜₯π˜ͺ𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘡 𝘬π˜ͺ𝘯π˜₯ 𝘰𝘧 π˜₯𝘳𝘦𝘒π˜₯ - 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘀𝘒𝘡𝘦𝘴 𝘦π˜ͺ𝘡𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘒𝘺.
Hannah Oct 30
Someday?
Whenever,
If ever.
Memories,
Float and float
Into my brain
My cells bomb
My head is heavy
My thoughts are fast
My heart is pounding
My nerves are aching
My love died
It was burried
Long ago
My past was filled with
Toxicity.
I was manipulated to
Drink poison
I had no idea
It would lobotomize me
Through my adulthood years
I cried
Although, I could not feel
The drops rolling down
My face
Confusion, between
Numbness and misanthropy

I died
I died
Long time ago.
Hannah Oct 26
Leave them,
Leave it,
Watch out,
Move in,
Not enough,
Close the door,
Open up.
You will die
You will not cross their minds
They will spit on your grave
Few will visit with flowers
Few will drop their tears
Down on the mudd that emerged with
your remains.
I blacked out when
I was born.
My eyes were black
My future is black
It is dull
It is foolish to think
It will ever get better
Mood swings,
I take it all out on myself
Nobody will ever understand
but myself.
And they will still be blinded by
Plans and traditions and so and so.

Pretend I am dead
Although, I feel dead
They still see me,
Hug me,
Kiss me.

I go look in the mirror to
Make sure it is all real.

Or maybe
Just maybe,
I am in the daydream nation.
Hannah Sep 14
The cold breeze
hits me, everytime
like never before
The darkness,
haunts me
the same way
my thoughts made me
an insomniac
The fog,
opened my eyes
nevertheless, I was blind
I have to remind myself
nature amazes me
On the shore of that same beach
I remember;
childhood traumas
misery
that time I wanted to vanish
and never be found again
But this time,
I didn’t cry
I didn’t shiver
I didn’t lose hope
I stood there
and accepted the truth
I merged my feet
with the cold water
I looked at the sky
So vivid, so blue
I knew it wasn’t always
the mediocrity of the universe
It was many things, at once
And I kept it to myself.
Hannah Jun 29
The day I stood
by the door
I saw a garden full of mandarines
Squeeze the lemons,
fly with the sparkles.
I cound the stars at night
how many times
do I have to say that
I do not belong here
I live in two worlds
but I cannot reach out
to sobriety
because I cannot accept
the truth of the homicide
in the post war service.
Hannah Jun 29
If you want me
find me, in the desert
with the camels.
Lost and never found,
It is an absolute delight.
The sand sets me free.
Bury me
in the sand
in the sand
in the sand

Set me free.
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