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I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
I am trying to find the meaning of this life....
Life
Is
Too
Light
But
Burden
Of
Wishes
And
Desires
Make
It
Heavier
Than
Mountain
So
We
­Committed
Suicide.

Life is too light but burden of wishes and dreams make it heavier than mountain so we committed suicide.
😊😊😊
 Aug 2020 Sillo Anderson
Empire
You want nothing more
Than to be a good mom
To see me succeed
To see me happy
To have me love you

But you’re not
We’re so far past that now
You can’t make up for your mistakes
I can’t thank you for an existence I don’t want

I love you
But you’re not a good mom
You’re just my mother
 Aug 2020 Sillo Anderson
Empire
tw self harm, suicide



no one's coming to save you


you're going to mark red on your wrist

no one will know


you're going to beg to give up your life

no one will care


you're going to wither until all you are is a shell

no one will notice


they're not coming to save you

they don't care

they won't ask about the scars

they won't know you no longer cry

they don't want to see your pain


no one's coming

they won't save you if you try

— The End —