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Jan 7 · 84
Make Believe
Make believe.
It's a reality created by imagination.

When we want to hide because we feel lost
yet when we don't feel the need to be found.

We enter make believe.
We imagine a place where we're surrounded by no worries at all.
Or where our worries begin to seem insufficient
with our desperate attempts to escape our non imaginative tuition.

Therefore it's all make believe.
Jan 7 · 117
Fun House
There's terrors in this
dark room we call home,
but when we turn on the lights
we're just two people looking
through
fun house mirrors.
Dec 2019 · 1.0k
Hell
Sophie Donnelly Dec 2019
I feel like i have ran out of control.
I feel like i'm in the backseat of a car
that's dragging me to hell.

I  am blindfolded while feeling the warmth
of hell fire.
I am blinded from the true form of evil.
Blinded from the actual concept of hell.
I've lost all self control.
But found a home in the process.
Dec 2019 · 104
Codependency
Sophie Donnelly Dec 2019
We all need to learn
how to love on our own,
but *******
you made me hate being alone.
Oct 2019 · 378
Toxic Potions
Sophie Donnelly Oct 2019
Maybe i'll make you
a love potion
Made of cyanide.

Just so you know what it feels like
To truly be dying inside.

If this is sugar
Then it's not so sweet.

If this is blood well
Honey, it's not that deep.
Oct 2019 · 765
Wild Child
Sophie Donnelly Oct 2019
It's dark in the wild searching
For my inner child
As i lay my sins down
Onto the ground
I'm trying to run
But i can't help still holding on
To the thread
And the voice driving me to insanity
That only lives inside my head.
Sep 2019 · 458
Beneath
Sophie Donnelly Sep 2019
The day
That one day
The day that you were there but gone at the same time
The day where i thought you would still be here in my tomorrow
as how you were in a my yesterday.

Now your not my yesterday and you're not my tomorrows
your not under, but in a way beneath.
You're beneath my thoughts. Under my every surface.
In my head but not to be infront of my eyes.
How can someone or something so special
turn into something thats beneath a thought.
Something so far from a surface but
still be considered the surface of everything
You are the deeper surface underneath all the layers that i don't have to hide.
Always beneath my mind.

— The End —