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Chaos Jun 2015
I can see
The stares
The looks
I can hear
The whispers
The thoughts

The pity
The sympathy
Is written
All over
Your faces
The relief
The gratitude
That it's
Not you
Is right there

You think
I can't see
When you
Turn away
You think
I can't hear
When you
Cover lips

I'm already
Hurting
Don't you
Think it
Would be
Better
If you
Just didn't
Treat me
Any different

But why
Does it
Matter
I'm already
Alone and
Cold and
Crying
Nothing you
Can do
Would make
This any
Worse
Chaos Jun 2015
This melancholy
Sits on my shoulders
It's weighing me down
I'm drowning in the blue
Of salty, unshed tears

This gloom
Sits on my chest
It's holding me down
I'm suffocating in the black
Of this oxygenless state
Chaos Jun 2015
I used to have a home
But now I wander free
From all that ties us
To a certain place
No friends, no family
To draw me back there
To the ghosts and the demons
That haunt what used to be home

Now my home is wherever I am
The road, the sky
The bag I carry and the wind at my feet
Now home is wherever I rest
My weary, worn out bones
Chaos Jun 2015
That girl
With the sad, tired eyes
Sitting alone in the corner
She's over her life of emptiness
And she just wants to leave

That boy
With the gloomy, grey cloud
Following him wherever he goes
He's finished with his life of darkness
And he just wants to disappear

Those people
With the falling apart lives
Breaking slowly piece by piece
They are done with feeling like this
And they just want to get out of this dark, hopeless world
Chaos Jun 2015
You do not know
How my heart aches
For all the grievances
I have caused you
You do not know
How my soul breaks
For all the sorrows
I have given you
You do not know
How my mind throbs
For all of the pain
I have bestowed on you
Chaos Jun 2015
There is a time
When all is still
Quiet and dark
The world has
Stopped
For a moment
To marvel
To wonder
At all there is
The rustlings fade
The creatures still
And all is well
And in a small
But happy home
A young girl writes
Her midnight musings
On the walls
In the air
In her heart
She pastes them
Where all can see
What she thinks
In the still
Quiet and dark
Moments when
The world is marveling
In wide-eyed wonder
At all there is
Chaos Jun 2015
He no longer h a n g s
On her every word
And for that she is thankful
He no longer p i n e s
For her presence
And for that she marvels
He no longer w a i t s
With bated breath
And for that she is pleased
He no longer l o v e s
Her wounded soul
And for that she is grateful
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