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N0thing Feb 2015
The saddest day of all is when you realize your friends
are not yours any more
or rather
never were.
N0thing Feb 2015
Everywhere I look
Poems of love are what I see
Broken love
Newly found love
Uncertain love
All directed to a special someone

But isn't it sad
How we're so eager to love others
When we haven't even learnt to love ourselves?
N0thing Feb 2015
I wonder what it feels like to have a special someone that you can hold dear.
Someone who has your full attention and the power to give you strength and give you pain.
I wonder, from the deepest corners of my soul, what it truly means to love.
Is it an emotion related to sacrifice, of one's heart and mind?
Or is it simply compassion, driven by a sense of affection?
Maybe its just, what people say it is, something which causes pain?
What is this, this action that humans hold so dear and yet, something they fear?
It truly makes me wonder, what it would feel like for me, to hold on tight to my knight in shining armour.
But, somehow, I get the feeling he won't be a knight, much less shining, but rather a simple boy.
One whose face nor smiles or laughs.
One whose life is full of mystery.
One who is true, to himself and to me.
That is the type of boy, when I close my eyes, I always see.
And behind closed eyes, is the only place where he is to be seen.
In reality, I have never met and doubt I ever will meet, that special someone I could hold dear to me.
N0thing Feb 2015
Sometimes
It is easier to deny
Then to admit
That we are lonely beings.
N0thing Jan 2015
Sometimes I think we are all a little lost.
Not in life.
And not in love.
But in ourselves.
N0thing Jan 2015
Sometimes I wish I could sleep
For not a day
And nor a week
But for what we humans call eternity

And no, I don't mean to die
But to simply rest against my pillow
Close my tiny eyes
And drift off into a place far far away

One further than where we humans have went
And brighter then any day we have seen
A place with no worries
And a place with no people but me

To never look back
To never be broken
Is the dream I wish to come true

In this endless slumber
I so desperately desire.
N0thing May 2014
God im just so sick of it all.
School.
You.
Life.

Existing...
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