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Mahati Feb 2020
how difficult it is
to write about stuff
to write about anything
without myself
there have been times
when the abstract poems
on my pages have been good
but whenever returned
they seem like nonsense
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oops the brain was in between the lines
Mahati Feb 2020
Agh
i can't find my scissors
they're lost in my room
room full of stuff
there is barely any room
i don't have any glue
so scissors are important
i cut stickers
papers
my hair
and when i'm angry
i can cut **** up
where the **** are my scissors
Mahati Aug 2019
With every cigarette
you burnt a hole
in my heart
with every puff
you held the cigarette
longer on my heart
and every day i worried
about your heart
in fear
that i will crush it
you got to me first
and that makes you
even more perfect
Mahati Dec 2018
I respect myself
Maybe you don’t
...
I care for you too much
To walk away
From your ignorance
Teaching you helps us both
more
So i stay
And i bare
No, I’m sorry
I don’t
Not anymore
I have leared to say no
And walk away
So I don’t bare
I walk to a safer, more free environment
With my head just enough high
And back as straight as possible for me
And i do come back
To see your growth
...
I respect myself
After all these experiments
I have done to feel more
After mistakes
I didn’t think in those moments
I felt
There will be more of these
But i know where’s the line now

I respect myself
Finally
Mahati Aug 2018
Last night i felt death
now i'm under a rainstorm
It gives me power


I ain't afraid of death
But does it have to mean
standing on the edge


I get confused a lot
by my illusions
But what happens
when they become reality


I'm on the sunny side
being my own worst enemy
Mahati Jul 2018
High in the sky
there is a passing plane
  up in the space
   where stars shine bright
    bright as the light
     you flash into my eyes
      your eyes reflect the sky
       I know your secret
  You're an outer space creature
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The light darkness
  that makes the stars
   feel so special
    i see the light darkness
     in the background of life
      the feeling's like the moon
       but incomplete
        there is a missing piece
  Have you lost a star
Aaaaaa aa
There's a missing star
  in the space
   a bright light
    in your face
     an outer-space creature
Mahati Jul 2018
Pointlessly lying on the ground
as if it would help ease the pain
Pointlessly exercising in my room
thinking maybe i haven't moved enough today
Pointlessly trying to get more sleep
pointlessly doing pointless things
hoping to get rid of the pain
The pain that i know will **** me one day
The pain no-one knows where and why
so they pretend as if it was normal
And yet again i fall to be helpless
when comes the day
where i
cry on my knees begging
something or someone to stop the misery
Crying holding onto my legs
hiding my head and also
trying not to rip it off
because i would
just to stop the agony
that is "normal"
When the pain comes
I look like a lunatic
It's not my fault
It's the society
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