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Victoria Kvist Sep 2018
It's 2 am,
and I welcome in a formal madame.
Madame Darkness,
that fills my soul, my mind.
A darkness that isn't black nor blind.
We walk hand in hand,
Madame with a specific plan.
She lures out my tears,
lets me know that no one cares.
I've done this for years,
cause she never disappears.
Victoria Kvist Sep 2018
I always see the bad in people
My dream always was to see the best in everyone.
But I can not.
It's like my eyes are covered by a veil.
A veil that prevents me from being blinded by the light.
A veil that forces me to see the darkness.
But really it's not the darkness in others nor the bad in them, I see.
It's my ugly soul overshining their flame of kindness.
Victoria Kvist Sep 2018
I have no secrets.
They have been washed away.
So has the sheets.

My body was a secret.
You were my diary.
Our bare skin together
was my way of writing

I’ve lost my diary.
But it still contains my secrets
and a bit of me

As I'm laying here
with my sweaty back against the mattress,
I know.
I was never a secret
Victoria Kvist Sep 2018
Pluck me a rose
with missing petals.
Pluck me a rose
with a broken stem.
Pluck me a rose
with flaws.

Pluck me.
A rose.
Victoria Kvist Sep 2018
I'm fine.
I'm crying,
but only when I'm alone.
So in front of you,
I'm ok.

I'm ok.
I'm losing my mind, 
but that's only in my head.
So in front of you,
I'm all right.

I'm all right
I'm pulling out my hair,
but I wear hats.
So in front of you,
I'm pleased.

I'm pleased.
I'm not sleeping,
but I conceal my undereye bags.
So in front of you,
I'm good.

I'm good.
I'm tearing my skin apart,
but my shirts have long sleeves.
So in front of you,
I'm well.

I'm well.
I'm killing myself,
but when I'm dead its all over.
And then I'm no longer in front of you,
I'm dead.

— The End —