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 Apr 18 Soul-in-poetry
alia
Some people laugh,
but they’re hurting inside.
They say, “I’m fine,”
with tears they hide.
So always be gentle,
you never quite know,
who’s faking the light
while feeling the low.
just clearing my drafts.
I often ask myself :

"Why is it so easy to die
for someone you love ,
and yet so hard to live on
for someone who cares?"
there’s an
impostor
in the mirror
and she has
my smile.
Cut
Cut
Cut
Cut

Cut Cut
Cut Cut
Cut Cut Cut
Bleed

Cut
Cut
Cut
BLEED

Cut Cut Cut Cut
BLEED
BLEED
BLEED

BLEED
It's been a while since I've done it
But I want to do it
Do it again

Cut my arms
Cut my arms
Cut them
Cut them until they

BLEED
BLEED
Cut cut cut till they
BLEED

BLEED
Cut cut cut
Cut cut cut cut
Cut

BLEED
BLEED
BLEED BLEED BLEED
BLEED BLEED BLEED

BLEED
BLEED
BLEEEEEEED
BLEEEEEEED

BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED
BL­EED
BLEED
BLEE-E-E-E-E-E-E-EED

BLEE
BLEE
BLEE
BLEE

BLEED
BLEED
­BLEED
BLEED

Cut cut
Cut cut
BLEEED
BLEEED
 Apr 15 Soul-in-poetry
alia
The moon left me a note last night,
Tucked in a cloud, soft and white.
It whispered, “Why rush through the sky?
Even stars take their time to shine.”
Asking for help
is like struggling
when you’re drowning;
it isn’t a sign of weakness,
but the desire
to keep living

Don’t drown:
ask for help
in your surroundings.

Because people won’t
watch you drown
when you’re struggling;
they’ll run to help you
out of the pond
you’re drowning in.
Because if you don’t
try to live
so others don’t see you bleed
you will only make them
hurt more
when you fall
under the weight
of the storm.
This is not my best poem or the most beautiful one. But I feel like sometimes you have to push beauty aside when you have something to say.
 Apr 14 Soul-in-poetry
Xio
Crying is a way your eyes speak when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is.
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