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A H G T K I M S O ******* I N G S A D K J G R Q S A J
O Y T A S K J S H E L P M E H T G Y I A D G K S A J D K
J I A M D O N E L I V I N G K J S A G H K H G F B M O
P J E A K E T R W Q H A K S J B O Y I A M S T U C K A
F T A H C N F D O C O N F U S I O N W H E M A L P K
S F E K J R W A S O T I R E D K J A K E L P C X N Z W M
H T E Y P A D H E L P M E H A S H T P L E A S E Y U T

Y O U L L N E V E R U N D E R S T A N D M E
1.9k · Dec 2018
Soon.
I
Just keep
Telling myself that
Things will get better
Soon
1.4k · Mar 19
Note 6: Draft
Everything I see,
Turns into ideas.
Poems, paintings,
Music, art.
My life is full,
Unfinished.
Drafts everywhere.
Surrounded by
Undone paintings.
I Sometimes
Have to,
Clean it all up.
Delete, Erase,
Rip apart.
So you can go now.
I don't need you,
You're a
Worthless idea.
It's all
Worthless
Anyway

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I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #6
You can call it an aeshetic,
Or call it a ruin-my-life.
But you can't take
Who I was away.
Sometimes I wish
I hadn't changed back then.
And that I'd still have
The past in my hands.
1.1k · Jan 8
If
If
If I'm gone tomorrow,
Will you still be there?
Will you be the last person to stay?

If I leave tomorrow,
Will you make sure that I'm safe?
Will you make sure that I'm okay?

If I dissapear tomorrow,
Will you still love me?
Will you love me when i'm gone?

If I die tomorrow,
Will you promise you'll move on?
Will you promise you'll let me go even if we both don't want to?

Because I love you
937 · Feb 7
Stare off
Wanting to be the one to speak her name as mine.
It's like a stare off,
All alone.
It's like a competition,
On your own.
It's like getting stuck,
In open space.
Why do i enjoy this one-sided love?
If it burns.
If it is away.
If i am lost,
I do not seek for shelter,
I seek for pain.
929 · Feb 21
Γαῖα
Ιδού, φωτός
Γαια εναντίον του ἐγώ
Αλλά δεν είδα τίποτα
Ήμουν μαζί σου στα όνειρά μου
Μπορώ να αφήσω τη γη
Για να μην υποφέρουμε πλέον
Ή θα με βρει ο Άδης
Και τιμωρήστε με
Για αυτή τη λίστα
Αυτή η εξαπάτηση
Άφησα να τρέξουν περισσότερα δάκρυα
Τότε ο ωκεανός του Ποσειδώνα
Άφησα περισσότερο ροή αίματος
Τότε η αστραπή του Δία
Γαία, σταματήστε να με αγαπάτε
Και ο Άδης, με πάρτε μακριά
Σώστε μου από αυτή την κόλαση
Ο τάρταρος είναι λιγότερο κακός
Και τιμωρήστε με
Σκότωσέ με
Poetry in greek, because I can.
798 · Feb 7
A taste of death
Kiss me
And you will see
I'll take you to a world
Where you don't want to be
And I will make you
Feel
If nothing subsist
If no one is
If we are
A taste of death
Let me show you.
791 · Jan 13
Escape you
Trapped in the open
A closed mind
How to escape
Soon, it'll be time
You could
We can't
What if I tell you
I don't understand
721 · Jan 24
I'm scared,
I'm scared.
I've never fallen from quite this high.
Can somebody help?
Help everyone but me.
Because i'm afraid.
And my fear turns me into a terrible.
I'm afraid of the people,
And the fears,
And the lives,
And the world around me.
Just like how they are.
No fair,
You really know how to make me cry.
Again,
I am trapped.
Trapped inside your silver mind,
And those golden eyes.
And we're back again.
Baby, I've always been writing.
But you made me a poet.
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #17
672 · Mar 23
Note 10: Yes
But
It wasn't ****
Because I said yes
To you
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #10
656 · Jul 10
Note 115:
The overwelming wave of sadness when the last person you were able to text goes offline at 3AM and you're alone in your bed just thinking about what comes next.

"Goodnight"
A "poem" every day.

I'm becomming sadder every day, and it starts to cost more and more. I'm tired of existing, of living like this.
655 · Apr 1
This is not a poem
But I just wanted to say I love you
652 · Jan 24
Invisible Scars
It's kind of a weird story,
How I got these scars.
The're very special,
You can only see them
If I tell you they are here.
But the scars you think you saw,
The scars you think you pointed out on my body,
Don't exist.
The scars i have,
Are seen when i tell you to see them.
So now they are invisible.
Because no one will ever know.
That i want to be the one to speak her name as mine.
These scars,
Are from not from my knife but from you because i told you to hurt me and it would be better for you, for me, and for everybody.
Maybe you want to take the risk.
And want to see the scars.
I'll show them.
But i warn you.
You will not only see scars,
Lies.
Hate.
Anger.
Deceit.
Delusion.
Deception.
Seduction.­
Fallacy.
Errancy.
Oversight.
Aberrancy.
This can go on for a while.
I'll tell you this.
The one thing i keep in mind.
The one thing you should keep in mind.
Don't know, Don't see, Don't show, Don't feel.
And some more lies.
647 · Jun 4
Pleaser
She's quite the people pleaser.
If only I could please her.
624 · Jun 7
Note 82: Did you just?
Wait
Did you just
Made me happy?
Made me feel loved?
Made me feel special?

Isn't that what friends are for?
So glad to have you//
616 · May 16
Note 61: Fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
I'm fine
Repeat
A poem every day.
591 · Jun 7
Note 83: -
Sorry,
I need a little time to process
Soon,
I'll be back.
A poem every day.

(I'll keep posting every day but it'll be quick shitpost until I'm ready to write again)
572 · Mar 23
It's cold
I lay here on the ground
Feeling
Absolutely
Nothing

It's cold outside
Yet
I'm
Here

I write this poetry
In
My
Blood

The lights dimmed
Like
My
Feelings

I am here hating
That
I
Lie

Keep saying no one cares
But
You
Would

Wouldn't you?
569 · Feb 22
Part 2. Paper Planes.
If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 2. Paper Planes.
It sounds very weird; paper planes, but let me explain. Think about the times when you're walkin in a hallway on your way to a test, and you see a friend from a different class who already took it. You look at them and they immediately shout what you have to read, and you shout back the answer from the homework's last question. Or when you're in class, writing a disstrack about the teacher and annoying the **** out of them because the whole class just knew without telling we had to annoy the teacher. So you fold boats, make hats and trow clots of paper. When you have slack lay in class. When you trow paper planes and when everyone gets a F on the math test. When two of your friends want to sit next to you so you finally have a group of 12 people and don't do a **** during class. That feeling of luck, of happiness, of friendship and the feeling of stomach pain from laughing. Like you belong here. That feeling when you just have to smile. It's hard to explain but i hope you get it.
560 · Feb 17
A Bottle
the
bot
tle
can ac
tually dest
roy lives with
its                    in
sides and it's lov
ely taste of happ
iness wich we w
ill never find ou
tside this bottle
of alcohol and s
ome stupid lies
alcohol is trash
We as humans,
Always have the need to express ourselves.
So do I.
Living this lie,
Had to get it out.
Could have expected.
Maybe,
I shouldn't have put that paper in your locker.
539 · Jan 27
Weird
That was different
Then i expected it to be
You walk away
And return to my back
Always
How long will it take
Was almost There
For you to keep on walking
In the opposite way
Maybe it will be now
Or never
Who knows
But before I can love you
I first have to get rid of you
Lost in a relation that is not a relationship
537 · Feb 12
Conversations
I've had a lot of conversations with myself lately,
At night.
"Who told you to?"
"He made me tell myself."
"How do you know?"
"I don't."
Me, myself, I.
All different people
But all the same.
The contemptuous person behind this glass that i can't see because i'm desperately trying to see what i can't be.
I really want to know,
Who this person is i'm talking to.
Fire turns cold, Forests lose their magic, mirrors break. Poets lose their words, And I lose you. We create stories without knowledge of what's about to come. We lie when we speak the truth. Eyes shining, Heads turning, Pens writing. Books whispering, Flowers shining in moonlight. Ink covers my skin, Brushes in a lake. A wall of reasons to die, to live and to keep me away from you. When I want to write, My story is yours. We'll never get there. Secrets spilled over long forgotten days. Mind turns cold, eyes turn gold. Want to be the one to speak her name as mine. Fell into my own lies, Confusion is me. Why do i keep when i want to lose this. Nothing breaks like you. I'm stuck. You can see, what if we both don't want this reality. Why me?
516 · Mar 10
Heaven can wait.
"Heaven can wait a little longer."
I told myself as I swallowed another pill.
482 · Jan 2
Happy Sad New Year
A new year has started now,
And for my new year's resolution,
I'll be nicer to myself.
Most likely i'll fail though,
But well,
Then i'll have another year,
There will be more time.

Time to laugh
Time to write
Time to fail
Time to put on really bad make-up
Time to be with friends and family
Time to watch a movie at 2AM wrapped up in a blanket
Time to eat your grandma's apple pie
Time to sit in a park
Time to play hide and seak
Time to break a chair
Time to hike
Time to love
Time to buy a stupid gift for your very best friend
Time to hug someone
Time to try and make a life-changing decision
Time to listen to music
Time to sit down and stand up
Time to do nothing
Time to stress
Time to hide your feelings and emotions
Time to cry
Time to break
Time to feel nothing
Time to cut yourself
Time to take pills
Time to drink alcohol to drown your problems and
Time to wish you were dead

Happy
New
Year
this just came to my mind at 1AM so i decided to write it, not the best one i wrote. a feedback would be appreciated!
479 · May 11
Note 56: twilight
From sunrise until twilight,
My love for you is red like your blood.
From sundown until morning light,
My love for you is black, like the leaves dried
From the rose I wanted to give you
But never did.
Oh darling,
Isn't it lovely to be in so much pain?
A poem every day
478 · Dec 2018
It was just a bad dream.
She was standing there
Her skin silver
Just like the moon shining above her
In that dark night.

She was standing there
Her eyes twinkling
Just like the stars
In that dark night.

She was standing there
Her lips soft
Like the grass on a hill
In that dark night

She was standing there
Dainty like a deer
Like the ones in the woods
In that dark night

She was standing there
Now walking towards me
What does she want
In that dark night

Then i woke up
Now i understand
It was just
A bad dream
English isn't my first language, so sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or typo's :)
472 · Aug 5
Note 137:
On my way
On my way
On my waaaaayyyy
8 hours in a car and I'm tired
Good morning
A "poem" every day.
469 · Apr 11
Note 29: Did you?
Did you ever felt like jumping off a cliff,
Not because you wanted to die,
But because you can?
Because no one is going to stop you?
Because you want to see the aftermath?
Did you?
A poem every day.
Confused
It's been happening a lot lately
Think you know me
Think I know myself
But we all know
The me that is terrible
The me that does not lie about it
The me that is a little badass
But no
That is just starting to become the real version of this roleplay
Nobody knows
The me behind the scars that are not from my knife but from you because i told you to do it and it would be better for you
The actual person behind here
In the corner
The me that lies about even this
The me that makes everyone cry
The me that makes life a game
The Only person who can say 'i love you' without care
And it has gone too far
So please believe me
No one will ever know
But how can i get out of this lie
If i am the lie myself
So here is a list
No not "the list"
But things i need to say sorry for;
Lying
Wanting to be the one
To speak her name as mine
Lying
Destroying all
Lying
Making sure you'll never find out
Lying
Saying 'i love you' while i don't
Lying
It's so easy over text
But it gets harder in real life
How long are we able to go on with this lie
You know it isn't true
But who will be the first to realise
You or me
446 · Feb 20
Black Roses
Now I all I got left is black roses
And they crumble in the dust
When they're held
443 · May 23
Note 67: You'll fall
It will grant you mistakes
And hurtful blisters
But it will make you wiser
A poem every day.
439 · 6d
Note 148:
Jesus was an emo
A "poem" every day
428 · Jun 24
Note 99:
Almost a 100 days
Of truly being free
One day more babe,
And it'll be just you and me
A "poem" every day.
394 · Feb 19
Untitled
Can you name feelings,
A piece of someone's soul,
With a title?
387 · Jun 18
Note 94:
You're the best
A "poem" every day.
381 · Jan 5
Yeet
Oops,
I did it again.
Now i have to clean the floor again.
I don't want my friends to see
The blood everywhere,
Me crying,
Torn apart letters from the times love still existed here.
Well, did it ever?
Maybe i should feel bad,
Lying to my friends.
A "Spill the tea sis" here
And a "Yeet hahaha" there
Some vines,
Some memes
Some weird TikTok's,
Or a crazy text.
And i look completely fine.
Or maybe i do always,
Been hiding the emotions for so long i wonder if i even have them nowadays.
I just say i am a bad person,
They will hopefully leave me to die.
But hey,
Maybe i actually am.
I don't know.
Joking through my life,
If i'm Lucky,
Life will turn into the biggest joke of them all.
But,
Nobody
Cares
This poem is about how you can make jokes and seem fine in front of everyone, while you're actually depressed and suicidal.
378 · May 20
Note 64: Songs
Do you have certain songs,
That reming you of certain people?
Just a normal song,
And suddenly you cry.
You are the song stuck in my head,
And it's a **** sad song baby.
A poem every day.
374 · Jan 25
b.r.e.a.t.h.e.
Bite my tongue
One by one
Blood on the plain white walls
Your silence is my favorite sound
Dreaming nightmares
When i don't sleep
My boy, My man
My girl, My queen
I don't want to be me anymore
Don't be this
Fall apart once a day
I just wish i Could feel
What I say
Want to be the one
To speak her name
As mine
Never show, Never tell
Wish i knew you to well
Fell into your silver mind
And those golden eyes
Confusion.
Wish i Could
Say no to you
And be as strong
As you think I am
I'm afraid
Living in this cycle is bearable
But for how long?
How long will it take me
To destroy everything even more
Then that i already did
How can i live with this
Because the feeling
After breaking you
Will be just as bad as before
I am confused
I am screaming
I am happy
I am silent
I am all at once
I am me
A terrible person
Who hurts
Who breaks
Who cries
But mostly
Makes other people be
And the worst part is
I don't even know why
So one last time
Sorry
I just want
To be the one
To speak her name as mine
Even in my dreams
She's here
But does that count as cheating?
Because it feels
Just as good
And just as bad
Even my poems show that broken is not broken Enough for me but nobody seems to realise
How
Can I scream for help
I want to
How
Can i get out of this stupid roleplay i created
Out of this lie
Out of this love
Out of everyone
Without breaking something
There is Only one question left
Why do i give out signs for help,
If help.
Will make this word i created,
And destroyed
Even worse
The pieces are finally getting back together
Help
Lies. Lies. Lies. Sick of lying.
343 · Jun 11
Note 87: *
Yes I might be depressed,
But that doesn't stop me from loving you.
You're the sweetest
A poem every day.
A lot of photo's
Are taken every day.
But a few are really special.
So many memories,
Shared with my friends.
The world tears us apart.
But we stick.
The problem is,
Will you still remember me,
If these pictures are lost and gone?

< >
I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #3
I didn't know
I've been doing this for so long
I met you online
We had only one chat
About an hour
But you changed my life
In a bad way
In a way I can't describe
At that exact moment
The lies started
And have never stopped since
327 · Jun 17
Note 93:
I'm wearing my earbuds in my t-shirt
to listen music in class,
and text or change the music.
Play flappy bird or Pac-man
Because you downloaded it on your calculator,
Or on your E-reader.
Writing on everything,
And teaching people how to shoot
Crunched pieces of paper,
With a hair tie or an elastic band.
Talking, Laughing.
Throwing shade at the teacher.
Regretting not studying,
But you were smoking crack instead,
So it's okay I guess.
Eating in class.
A full competition
of who can spin the most rounds,
behing the back of the teacher.
(I was 3rd of the whole class :)
And laughing when you get an F
Stealing the answer keys to the homework,
And sending it in the group chat.
4 cups of coffee every morning.
Switching laptops with your friend,
Who studied for the test.
So you both get an A,
And pass the class.

Just another day of school.
Even my will to live is bigger than my grades...
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That was the worst pun every sorry.
<3
321 · Feb 22
Part 1, Poetry.
If you're looking for a reason not to **** yourself tonight, this can be it.

Sometimes, we feel as if nothing matters.
We all do.
So i made a list of a few of my own reasons,
13 Reasons Why
I'm still alive.
And hopefully you'll change your mind.
Those moments you feel happy, and nothing but lucky.
And you wish nothing will ever change.
I will try my best.

Reason 1, poetry
Poetry. Pieces of someone's soul. That feeling  When you love a poem, any. When you realise it's worth it and when your head is full of poetry. When You can look at anything and feel happy, like a true poet. When you look at the ink on your fingers and wish you had forever to write poetry and read it just because you can. Live.
A 13 Reasons Why inspired poem
304 · Apr 10
Note 28: Craving
For the past eternity
My mind exists out of two things
I disgust you
And I want you really bad
Maybe it's the difference between
Mental and Physical
I hate your personality
I want your body
Sounds logical
But for the past eternity
I'm craving both
A poem every day.
290 · Jan 6
I'm really sorry
I told you all the time,
"I'm really sorry"
You never believe me.
Just like i never believed you,
When you said
"I love you"
"I care about you"
"I was worried"
"Please don't hurt yourself"
"You will get There!"

But maybe it was true,
Maybe you did care about me,
Maybe i was wrong,
Maybe i shouldn't have hurt you this way.

I'm sorry
But I can't
You tried
I'm sorry
For the wasted time
For the heartbreaks
For the sadness
For the anger and
For the lies

Believe it,
Or not
I'm sorry
But it's for you,
Because for this one time,
Probably my last,
I care.

I love you
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