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Lilah Apr 5
She’s numb
Looking for something, anything
To make her feel something.
Every day feels the same,
There’s no variety,
No excitement,
She’s just living for the day she will finally feel alive again.
Or maybe just living for the day that she won’t live anymore.
Either way, she lives.
She lives for her family,
She lives for her friends,
She lives so that others will too.
She lives.
I really hope she lives.

This means nothing to her anymore,
This waking up,
And repeating.
It’s all just an instinct for her
It no longer feels like each day is new.
It no longer feels like she can live her life to the fullest.
It no longer feels like she can really be truly happy.
It feels like nothingness
There is nothing for her here

She no longer cries
For it does nothing but make her feel worse
She feels less anxious because what’s the point in thinking about things
Nothing is real if you think about it
Your brain is just playing a realistic game
A game of survival
A game of love and loss
The game of life is tough because nobody ever wins.
Lilah Mar 19
They ask.
They’re so different from the others
What’s the difference?
Gender is a social construct,
What’s the difference between girls and boys?
Why does there need to be such a means of separation?
Why can’t we all just be human?
They want to be normal
They don’t know where they belong
With the boys?
With the girls?
But, really, they feel best
When they’re with those who are neither.
Not a boy nor a girl,
Just a person
They want to be seen as just a person
Not a girl, a human being.
Because really, what’s the difference?
A poem written in the third person about myself. I recently identified as agender and sometimes I prefer they/them pronouns, and other times I prefer she/her. Sorry I haven’t been on for a while! <3
Lilah Feb 24
Stalking in the shadows.
Whispering false truths.
Flaunting their dignified beauty,
Socialites against a wallflower backdrop.
They scratch without leaving a mark,
And stab you in the back without breaking the skin.
Admired, but nobody really knows them
They’re heroic villains.
Humanoid looking, but they’re really ghosts.
Really, creatures of the dark and the bad can still shine in the light if they’re mean enough.
Was told to use the word “glamour” in a piece and this is what came of it :)
  Feb 19 Lilah
Shreya Ghosh
I love you
Doesn't mean I love you

It means your eyes
Are deep enough
For me to dive in
And trust the waters
To keep my secrets

It means your lips
Are never harsh upon me
And they make me happy
Every single time they open

It means your hands
Are with you always
Except when I call them
To hug me and leave traces on me

It means your ears
Never get tired of
What my lips convey
And never will , they respond

It means your heart
Has touched my heart
And they'll never get apart
Like they are in a hug for eternity

It means you are special
It means you are mine
So I can be possessive
And you'll say nothing
I can be jealous too
And you'll never see
My hand leave yours
Or our hearts leave the hug

You are mine
And you will remain mine
  Feb 19 Lilah
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
  Feb 19 Lilah
i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again
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