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Secret Garden Feb 2018
I drew myself back, no one batted an eye.
Reclusive and numb, keeping thoughts inside.
I swallow them down like the pills I wont take
Thoughts that poison, leaving tears in their wake.
I was found, I was lost, I was searching for a fix.
I gave myself away and watched the ticking clock tick.
My time has run out, now what is there left,
Other than to try and replace what I failed to protect.
Secret Garden Feb 2018
Alone in your presence,
Take me away.
Burning under your touch,
I don’t want to stay.
Living among wolves,
What can I say?
Your grip is so tight,
You **** the light from within.
Your claws are so sharp,
They are piercing my skin.
My voice is gone,
I make no sound.
I’ve searched and searched,
For it cannot be found.
I am trapped,
I can’t breathe-
Your torment is suffocating me.
I need to break away from this
Toxicity.
Secret Garden Feb 2018
When the sun leaves, day turns to night. Our little world is depraved of light.
When the sun leaves, the moon shines above, but moonlight alone is not enough.
When the sun leaves, most lay to rest, asleep in their beds, to wake refreshed.
But when the sun leaves, I feel cold and alone, missing the warm light that once shone.
Because when the sun leaves, the monsters come to play, and the moonlight alone can't keep them away.
Secret Garden Jan 2018
Lightning struck, people fled.

She stayed to watch the skies.

Thunder clapped, it soothed her soul,

Calming the mess inside.

Danger lurked, she was unafraid,

She felt the storm understood her pain.

She watched the sky weep cold tears,

She heard the wind and felt its pierce.

She undressed her fears and threw them away,

Walked out in the storm and all was okay.
Secret Garden Jan 2018
When you feel that burn way deep in your chest; the one that forbids you from getting any rest.

When you feel that sting all around your eyes, the one that tells you, you need to cry.

When you feel that ache of being used, and you don’t know what you did, or what to do.

When you feel that panic of not knowing a thing, and he doesn’t care, and yes it stings.

When you feel that sadness of being stomped and crushed, and its getting hard to keep holding up.

When you feel the need to lock the door and find your glass and count to four.

When you feel the urge to break your skin and watch it bleed cause you’re hurting within.

When you lay in bed in the middle of the night, and you know what’s wrong, but not what’s right.

When you miss him so much, and its killing you slow, cause to him you are nothing,

and that much,

you know.
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