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  Jan 2 Bekah
Nemusa
The child moves,
blindfolded,
stumbling through the trembling air,
Hands grazing the rough bark of trees, the cool breath of stone.
Laughter rises, thin as thread, spinning through the dark—
A thread they cannot follow,
only pull,
only pull,
Until the world dissolves,
and home is only a memory of warmth.
Bekah Jan 1
I’m good at shooting pain
So burn me alive like the sun
My fate is inked in a darkness
I’ll never be able to outrun
Bekah Dec 2024
Here lately I haven’t been writing
And I’ve been staying in my room
Human interaction is a struggle
So I put on my best costume

It comes with a fake smile
And covers the dark circles around my eyes
I’ve become a master of the art
Of hiding my own demise

My therapist tells me I’ll get better
That I just need to give it time
But nobody understands the torture
Of being trapped inside my mind

My mental health is in shambles,
My anxiety always on edge
I’m finding it harder and harder
Just to get up out of bed

My brain is meticulous
With every thought I think
It feels like I’ve tied a brick to my ankle
And all I can do is sink

The chains that have bound me
Are tightening their grip
I wonder how much time is left
Until I lose myself to the abyss
Bekah Nov 2024
Maybe we’re all just a little broken
Scrambling to find pieces
That don’t quite fit
But we force them together anyways
Seeking solace in the mismatched parts
Hoping that one day
We will feel whole again
  Nov 2024 Bekah
collin
dry
the most precious stones
i've throw into the lake
to skip and wish to elevate
with nothing less than my love
as if that's ever been enough.
Bekah Nov 2024
Lilac skies and dreamy meadows
A world that knows no blue
Hazy, milky clouds of smoke
Breeze lazily past the moon

A starry sky reflecting
All my hopes and dreams
I’m pounding at the walls
But no one hears my screams

I search for the meaning
In the world I left behind
Through the fog I wander
In a realm that knows no time

The echoes of my cries
Fade into the mist
An illusory existence
In a world that can’t be kissed
Bekah Nov 2024
I’m running out of places
To hide from myself
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