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One word and a forgotten ache

Starts to burn

One sentence and I wish I

Could've learned

So many mistakes in life

Such a disgrace

I see a name and feel such

Overwhelming shame

Forcing my brain to give in til

I'm going insane
Strike a match
Light up my brain
Nothing will ever be the same
I dont know anything

But I have learned a lot of everything

I do not have the best voice

But I can remember all the words

I love to sing but the things

You love arent always what you do

I'm a good liar

But maybe that line isn't even true
 Nov 21 Ashriyon Thomas
Kai
I trusted you ever since we met
You even made me in debt
You took advantage of me,
You stabbed me,
But I couldn't see
I was only so oblivious
I am still so oblivious
I acknowledge it,
But I don't care about it

I was only six years old
I wasn't old-
Enough to learn that you-
Were taking advantage of me
I couldn't see-
The knife you-
Stabbed into me until you disappeared
I wasn't open-eared
I couldn't hear,
Until a clone of you came along
It's been so long
Since I heard
I can hear now,
I can trust you now

The cycle just repeats;
Day by day,
Bay to bay.
This is just about people who come in my life just to take advantage of me

There's no ending to it. There's no ending to their endless manipulation and how much they take advantage of me. Please make it stop.
What is life's purpose?

Can it be defined?

Are we meant to live

Only to finally die?

Are we meant to grieve

For all the ones we've lost?

Are we meant for happiness?

If so perhaps I can be calm

But at what cost?
Call it Cruel

Wrenching
One's Heart
Where
One Cannot
Breathe
for want of
Kindness

feels like I'm
forced to
kiss a corpse
beneath a shallow grave
covered in
winter's snow
buried
a long time ago...
Inspired by a poem written as "untitled" by N.  Anxiety forces us to emotional extremes of nauseating stomach pains to being unable to breathe or move.
#n
I rather be:
a placid, clear lake
or a mountain
touching the earth & sky;

Fluid & deep
or Seeing far & wide
all around,
further
than the eye ...
For Cassandra's "star"
 Nov 21 Ashriyon Thomas
Sora
No soul dares to acknowledge the existence of demons
Until they find themselves ensnared by one.

A specter that raps upon the recesses of their consciousness
Pleading for admission

Vowing to eradicate the tumult within
Vowing tranquility
Joy
Equilibrium
Fortitude

Elements foreign to its essence
Elements it possesses not the power to bestow.
Its singular ambition is annihilation,

While the vessel must endure the burden
Of the shattered bastions
Of their disintegrating reason.

Until the remnants of despair suffocate their spirit
And consign them to an abyss of beguiling,
interminable shadows,
Where the sole sound
Is the reverberation
Of triumphant laughter

— The End —