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sunflower Feb 2018
They were, I doubt not,
see enough,
in the dark.

The thoughts, the whisper.
Haunt them,
suffocate.

They endured, I'm sure,
the hindrances.
They tried.

They breathe, live,
they fight.
They did.

They, human.
They are,
ㅡ strong.
For when I thought they are strong. They fight themselves. Suicidal thought is no less important, people need to help.

ㅡn.s
sunflower Feb 2018
???
‪Is my world,‬
‪genuinely beautiful,‬
‪or is it his existence, ‬
‪that help me breathe?‬

‪If the beauty in my eye, ‬
‪reflects onto his skin,‬
‪isn't he the one,‬
‪that help me see?‬

‪The sound of his laugh,‬
‪the way his eyes smile. ‬
‪Isn't that the most,‬
‪beautiful thing?‬

‪The sound of his heart,‬
‪whenever it beats.
‪Do I find home,‬
‪in him?‬
For him and only him.

ㅡn.s
sunflower Feb 2018
Don't tell me lies,
in a beautiful language.
Don't break me,
into pieces.

Don't tell me things
that is not true.
Don't whisper me,
the wind.

Don't give me roses,
that is dying.
Don't let me,
touch the thorns.

Don't give me hopes,
in chain and ropes.
Don't let me,
think of you.
For those who wrecked me, my mind & my heart.

ㅡn.s
sunflower Jan 2018
These fingers of mine,
Type words I couldn't say.
It feels like hatred,
in my throat I couldn't shout.
I delete some words,
which they don't like.
It feels like truth,
I changed to lies.
For when I don't stand up for me.

ㅡn.s
sunflower Jan 2018
You know how does it feels like?
To stand infront of the sunshine?
You hurt your eyes by staring at the sun,
Yet you still stare with closed eyes.
The thing you see is plain-red,
Because it is way too bright.
After all these times knowing him,
Every single day,
I swear.
I came out of my room
only to stare at it.
I used to hate the bright,
For how deep I am
In love with the dark.
But I would like to thank him,
For reminding me of the sun.
For everytime I stare at the sun and smiled as bright. You remind me so much of the sun, lsm.

ㅡn.s
sunflower Jan 2018
I'm afraid,
Scared to death,
That when I wake up,
I am someone else.
Through all these days,
I stay wise,
Even though my mind,
Is going wild.
This is the story of my life,
I 'split' to anyone,
A stranger I never knew,
A person I never met.
My mind speaks,
Between two,
One is like me,
The other is who?
For when I lost myself in those times I was not 'me'.

ㅡn.s
sunflower Jan 2018
Blue and icy,
The colours I see.
Silence speaks,
The bright world agree.
When the leaves were by my hot tea,
The coldness I feel is killing me.

It's hot out there,
But it's cold in here.
The thoughts I kept to myself,
Is freezing in me.
Sometimes I questioned,
Why is it so cold?
Is it just me or is it the world?
I need the sun to melt this all.
But once it's cold,

It remains cold.
For when I was a depressed soul.

ㅡn.s
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