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  Feb 2016 Darcy
ThePoet
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open

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Darcy Jan 2016
Depression?
It's like a vacuum in your soul
Where you can't breathe.

Depression?
It's like disguising yourself as a daydream
When the nightmare is inside you.

Depression?
Is when you fall into the depths of your fears
And never be able to crawl out of it.

Depression?
Is repeating, every single day:
"I am fine."
Darcy Jan 2016
I will put you up
High
High up the sky
So when you fall
You will fall hard.
we,
as potentially conscious beings,
do incur such fantastic Purgatory
and yet we seem
indeed so very keen
to choose to wallow in
vain and irksome squalor-
a comfortable yet blind stupor
when it comes to
the very real causality
wrought of our intention:

yes, you read right:
i said "potentially conscious."
Darcy Jan 2016
"You are so deep in your thoughts you could die drowned by them."
Darcy Jan 2016
I close my eyes
Fall asleep
Oh, so blurred. What is this?
This is a butterfly
Exploding
Sparkles
Taking me to paradise.

This path here, so neat
Like there is nothing that could stop me to reach my wishes
I walk, walk, walk
And all I see is this beautiful world that my mind built up for me.

The grass is so green
Exhaling this comforting perfume
The wind passing through me
Taking me
To the castle
To my wishes

Oh, but what about that man?
What if it's a wicked one?
Oh, no miss! -- He said -- I want to help you. We must fulfill your wishes!
And here I go with this old good man
To the castle
To my wishes

And there it comes another butterfly
Exploding
Happiness
Sparkling
Around me
I can fly!

Everything became so easy
Oh, wishes
Now you are so close!

But once my fingers curled up into fists
But once I was so close to knock at the door
Everything became so blurred again
The old man looked at me
Oh, my dear. Did you forget this is all just magic?

I am back home
Lied in my bed
To reality
The tragic reality
So sorry if I have grammar mistakes! I'm not native in English!
  Jan 2016 Darcy
Tessa Saphira Bitter
in the world we live in today
how could you not see beauty?

sure this earth is cracked and bleeding
but in those cracks grow flowers

sure those flowers are just buds
but one day they will be

in full bloom
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