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May 2016 · 560
Point Of View
Dark Mess May 2016
Why do we tend
To act like fools
To be adored by people
Who can't even see our significance.

We always pretend,
But we're nothing but tools.
While we give out our all,
We're just prisoners in their fence.

Until when will we force our pieces,
To fit into other people's grace,
While they just stand and watch,
How we struggle, fall, and shatter.

But I assure you that there is,
Somewhere that we have our space,
We just have to seek and be the perfect patch,
Because in some people's eyes, we wholly matter.
Dec 2015 · 442
Good Enough
Dark Mess Dec 2015
I've been trembling and finding a sustain,

Tears are pouring like an endless rain;

Trying to hide these bloodshot eyes,

Tongue twisted with all the lies.

Watching my loved ones fade away,

Hoping that someday, someone will stay.

Where's the harmony that I long?

I feel like I will never belong.

Is this just an illusion?

For I am filled with confusion.

I pushed myself to be strong,

But what am I doing wrong?

Can't help thinking that I am a mistake;

I stumble in every step that I take

Tell me where do I lack,

Will I ever be enough?
Dec 2015 · 489
Scarred.
Dark Mess Dec 2015
We have wounds that dwell in our soul,
Wounds that will always leave scars behind;
Wounds from the times that we fall
and from the tragedies that stayed on our minds.

People have been blinded by ignorance,
Blinded to understand the pain and grief
of the scarred and broken ones;
Only seeking for their own relief.

No, it doesn't always take time;
It isn't just about saying a prayer,
Things won't always be fine.
As time passes by, those scars become clearer.

Don't say you understand for you once fell;
Don't say you know the pain because you've been bruised.
Being wounded is more than what words can tell;
Being broken is being lost with no chance of being found,

*because those scars will remain until your very last breath.
Feb 2015 · 405
Untitled
Dark Mess Feb 2015
Every tragedy
Is marked on my memory;
Every suffering that my mind can recall,
are scraped deeply in my soul
Jan 2015 · 3.7k
Untitled
Dark Mess Jan 2015
Eyes of the beast,
piercing through the soul of everything that exist.
Dec 2014 · 1.1k
Disastrous Beast
Dark Mess Dec 2014
When the enemy attacks,
It will be a sudden shock.
It will be certain,
To leave excessive pain.

The attacks are endless,
And sure are merciless.
Nothing can stop the opponent,
Along with its destructive intent.

It will inflict harm to its victim,
Leaving marks limb by limb;
Freezing every joint due to fear;
Admiring every cry it hears.

As the victim gets weaker,
The enemy gets stronger.
Every corner is not safe,
Will the victim ever find its escape?
In this poem, the said enemy symbolizes the things in life which make us suffer such as depression, hatred, fears, weaknesses and like.
Sep 2014 · 2.7k
Cutting
Dark Mess Sep 2014
Cutting is like an art
Scratch is where you start
Simple at first
But you will experience worse

It's a way to cope
But remember there's hope
Just keep fighting
And believe on something

It will never have an expiration
If you don't have determination
Battle it up
And never give up

It may be hard
But never discard
Don't give in
Just always breathe in
So.. this is the poem I wrote for the self-harmers out there.
always remember that you're not alone.. i understand the pain that you're going through cause im also going through pain at the moment.
tho i don't know you people personally, i really care about people that are going through pain and grief..

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