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Nov 2019 · 202
chained to the moon
P13 Nov 2019
the humans ignore me,
day and night they let me be,
but today, one of them, acting so unusual,
walked up to me casually.

raven-haired and midnight eyes,
questioning me with one that was a surprise,
who are you, he asked me, eyes narrowing.
moments later, no answer and time flies.

i asked him, are you not scared?
he stood frozen still as i stared,
of course not!
he haughtily declared.

i snorted and guffawed,
i wanted to applaud,
but alas, i cannot as my hands are tied behind my back.
i said to him that he is human and that he is flawed.

i could really see steam coming out of his ears,
and i couldn't help but give him my bestest of sneers.
it is true that I am imperfect, he said,
but I work with my blood, sweat, and tears.

before I could answer, though, i could see the sun rising.
i ignored the human and continued walking, my powers waning.
as soon as i looked away, the urge to turn around compelled me.
i looked back and saw that he was never really a human being.
i don't really know if this is even a cliffhanger or not, it's just up to y'all viewers. it's pretty confusing in my opinion. anyways, have a good day/afternoon/evening  :)
Nov 2019 · 165
out of my mind
P13 Nov 2019
wilting thoughts,
desert droughts,
i am dying.

disorganized feelings,
revolting killings,
i am ******.

ruby blood,
a cerulean flood,
which one's prettier?

scars on my face,
i am ablaze,
i am out of my mind.

cigarettes on the floor
a diminishing roar
i am contaminated.

dreams and hopes fly away
it's quite a depressing day
i am sad.

wings are broken
words are unspoken
i don't have a voice.

demons won't leave me be
they can't hear my desperate pleas
i am out of my mind.

the silence stretching
i feel like retching
help me, i'm dying.

insomnia is taking over me
one sheep, two, three
i am fine.

you look at me and see a train wreck
you look at me again and see you're correct
no one else will help me.

put me out of my misery
i don't want to die of old age in a nursery
just **** me now.

you ask me if i'm alright
stop questioning me, parasite
i'm sorry.

tell me it's okay
leave me be, go away
i am out of my mind, right now.

i said you were only wearing a disguise
but, you said otherwise
i trust you.

monochrome skies
lovely, white lies
the truth will stay hidden, won't it?

so much love and laughter
in the air, it's really not a disaster
i'm lying to myself.

you said it was going to be alright
just shut your filthy, lying mouth, you parasite
nevermind, i'm sorry.

don't hurt me
because i might hurt you
i'm sorry, i'm just out of my mind
some people are focused and very much like themselves. but some are just out of their minds. they can't help it.
Nov 2019 · 149
pray tell
P13 Nov 2019
it's a sad sight to see someone
who you know will;
never crumble into pieces
  never stop reaching for their dreams
    take your demons and make it theirs
       keep your secrets until you're ready
break down in front of you and tell you how much it hurts

the detriment that
they've done to themselves
the scars that they
know won't fade away
the dark thoughts and worries
that consume them every single day
all the words that continue
to **** at their fragile hearts
the words that strike them
as they try to shield you from it
every. single. day.

but what, pray tell,
should you do in
this kind of situation?

'are you okay?' no
   'you need help.' i know
     'stop overreacting.' i know
'you're fine.' no
  'you should get some pills.' i know
     'go to a psychiatrist.' i know
comfort them
and say they're fine
when they're really not?

pray tell,
how do you handle
the tears that
spill out of their
tear ducts like a cataract?

it's never going
to get treated
it'll come back time
and time again
when my walls are down

so, pray tell,
how would
you deal with
this train wreck?
everyone has a secret that they can't- won't- tell. they know they need help, they know they should get help, but maybe they have something in their lives right now that's stopping them from getting any.

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