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Sevki Apr 2019
My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.
Sevki Apr 2019
Since when did emptiness…
Feel like an anchor.
Plunging into the deepest and darkest depths
of water.

I do not fear the water.
Only the anchor that we call emptiness.
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Sevki Mar 2019
Quite saddening really...
It is all in the title,
for thou thought it shan't be so vital,
to think about the ending for it leaves us feeling suicidal.

Why is but one of us mindful,
succumbing to brutal words as if your mouth were a pistol.

Perhaps it was the workings of the Devil?
corruption has twisted something so fruitful,
leaving it stained with evil.

We were more than friends, with no ends.
Us vs the world and never offend.
With no doubt on depend,
all yearend.
I miss my "best"-friEnd.
-
It was a bittersweet ending~
Sevki Mar 2019
Will it ever stop?
The words ricocheting in my head.
The pain.
My migraine.

It doesn't stop.
words rushing in the mind,
is like adrenaline at the heart.

I beg you to stop.
I plead for mercy,
For thou hast not unlocked lips,
raised a hand nor pestered with gods will.

Yet I barely stand,
merely a generic man.
Perhaps this is gods plan?
There it goes again...
Am I mad?

Why thou mind,
poison all that nurtures it?
It is unfortunate that our hearts cannot yield without it.
Overthinking is such a burden.
Sevki Mar 2018
I know. You talk behind my back.
I know. You put on a fake guise when our eyes collide.
I know. You laugh watching a fellow struggle.
I know. You mock my empty pockets.
I know. I'm flawed, cause I know... I'm human.
I know. That a perfect nature is a flawed one.
I know.
And yet... I act as if I don't.

— The End —