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my head is my enemy.
it always catches me at my worst moments.
My head makes me wish to die.
My head makes me feel like I am worthless.
maybe my head is right
My head gives me thoughts darker than the night,
My head makes me think I am sick,
coughing up evil,
and damning me to death.
My mid makes me crave pain.
It makes me crave it like an orphan craves  a home.
darkness fills my head.
darkness clouds my soul
I don't need this, I know.
But some part of me always listens to my head.
I am easily swayed,
just as equally paid back
with pain
its like
captain ghost
whelming this life.
My brain is infected
with depression
there is no cure
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for my depression...your welcome -_-
i
made a
castle  in
the sand
□  a cathedral made  □
□     of dust / i  thought    □
□   it great, so very grand   □
□       my motivations just     □
i sculpted flying buttresses / and
placed angels in its wings / there
were stained glass windows / and
other suchlike things / i labored at
it all the day / other duties set aside
but all  my work was carried away

i considered not the tide!


SoulSurvivor
(c) 4/13/2016
You can't remind me who I am
Through my screams of
LET ME FORGET
Let me forget.
And I just can't stop myself
From running all of those
Moments we shared
Through my head.

Playing them over with
Only happy endings and
I'd be with you and
You'd be with me.
my heart beats a bit faster
when I'm with *you
<3
 Apr 2016 Lost Poet
oakley
you float among waves
i float among stars
show me the oceans
i'll take you to mars
we can follow the sunset
because this world is ours
in a wave of emotion
we'll forget about scars
i'll show you my mind
though it is quite bizarre
i'll hold on to your words
like fireflies in a jar
 Apr 2016 Lost Poet
Amber
I am constraint
In a constraint body
I move from thought to thought
race  between a permanent
solitude
I hear a screaming voice
and it´s my own
She´s screaming out my own
deepest   secrets
Who  did I tell my  shame?
If not you
You keep me, in a confinement
locked in among my frustrated fears
morbidly amused by their strenght
I  stay in here.
Where else  would I go
If  not   back to you.
 Apr 2016 Lost Poet
Amber
This poem
 Apr 2016 Lost Poet
Amber
was meant for you
By the time you finish
reading these words
you will understand
how foolish you were
to think i would
write a poem
about you
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