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380 · Jul 2017
Countless.
Storm Powell Jul 2017
Countless times I've told those hurt it will be okey
Countless times I've tried to halt this still I decay
Said Its only another hour another day
Cry, cut, and die Cause im always lead astray

I shouldnt be allowed to feel this alone
I try to punish myself i try to atone

It started with sicssors and butter knifes alone in my kitchen
I told them I was suffering told them i was dying but they wouldnt listen

It escalated ya it elevated  
To something out of my control
Ive cut my arm so much im sure the blood tainted my soul

And I wont apologize and  I wont leave you any answers
I cried out to you all but you left me to this cancer

This disease called depression where suicidal thoughts are free to roam  
I cant hide from them anywhere not even safe in my own home
Just a small piece of me.
229 · Dec 2018
Lust
Storm Powell Dec 2018
I’m more about a light sweat
On some perfect curves
Then a non-tangible emotional connection I can’t feel
Using my tongue to clean her body from head to toe
But instead I’m cleaning the mess inside her mind
Trying to take her somewhere so far from her anxiety
But no matter the proximity I can’t help fix her
Try to **** away the pain so its back to back rounds till my body quits
Afraid to stop ******* You because your gonna go right back
To unhealthy habits, to 24/7 stress and to holdin it all in
Surpressed my urges, cut off my hoes and shaped up
Yet I still feel like I’ll never win and I’ll never save you
218 · Jul 2017
Not like them.
Storm Powell Jul 2017
Your words weigh on me heavily
Im obsessed, reread them excessively

But I'm afraid of them afraid of criticism, afraid of being like them

Separated myself from the masses of societies drones
How were we able to reach the moon with the power of a modern day phone

Nowadays intelligence is showing off
Pretend to be sick mentally, we force our mind to fake coughs

Don't forget that everyone is special and work is unneeded
Frown on us millenials but raised on ******* is how we were leaded

Somewhere along faded lines parenting left us
Never seen anyone held accountable cept us

Told it was all us and were a lost generation
That we rely to much on tech, we're americas humiliation
Basically just fed up with people getting attention for the wrong reasons.
178 · Oct 2018
Silence
Storm Powell Oct 2018
In the silence I find comfort
Tightly clutching vulnerability with sewed lips
Creating hour long narratives in bed
To replace the social skills i never tended to
The sympathy i never gave
Instead I mastered the silver tongue
And games like hide and seek
Because since i was young I’ve never stopped hiding

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