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Phia Aug 2023
I put my hand on my chest
Where my heart used to beat
The drum that it played
So soft and so sweet
Now it’s lefty empty
So hollow and cold
Just whispers of memories
Of the stories once told
The foundation is crumbling
The walls starting to crack
So I’ll just close my eyes
And let the world fade to black
Phia Aug 2023
Every time I close my eyes
I escape to a place
Of you.
Of us.
Memories covering me in a blanket
Of warmth
And happiness.
I’d rather die here today
Than open my eyes tomorrow
Phia Aug 2023
The world has gone dark
No light to be seen
The best moments of life
Fade fast from the screen
The pain isn’t real
It’s all in my head
My body is living
But I’m already dead
It’s been a while since I’ve written, a very long while, but I’ve been going through it again lately so just trying to get my thoughts on paper.
Phia May 2017
Tell me,
Was my love not enough?
No, of course it was enough,
I loved you with everything I had.
You were just to blind to see it.
And now as your world keeps spinning on
Il be stuck standing still
Waiting for you to come unfreeze me
It's 1:17 am now. I'm tired, this one's for you jack
Phia May 2017
You beat my heart to dust
Then used it too make a wish
For the heart of another girl.
It's 1:03 am here on the east coast of America and I can't sleep. It's finals week for us seniors so I should be sleeping but I feel like I have something in me that needs to come out. I guess this one's for you jack, another poem for you that you'll never read.
Phia May 2017
What happened to the little girl
The one who dreamed of fairytales
What happened to the little girl
Who played make believe
Who wanted to grow up to be an
Astronaut?
What happened to the little girl
Who thought the world to be a magical place
Who dreamed of reaching the stars and keeping
Them in a jar to light her way
Who dreamed of prince charming on white horses
Well she now lies in bed with tears streaming down her face
Begging to die.
She now paints pictures on her skin with a metal paintbrush
She's more broken than she is beautiful.
She no longer dreams of stars and fairytales
Now her only happily ever after is

Death
Sorry I'm a wee bit rusty with my poetry.
Phia May 2017
The worst part about it all
Is that it stings in the shower,
And I'm so sorry, if you're
One of the poor unfortunate souls
Who knows exactly what I'm
Talking about
I've recently self harmed, within the last 10 minutes of writing these few little thoughts. I need help. God please send help
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