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Allyssa Mason Nov 2019
No one wants to hear about
No one wants to see
This still-bleeding heart
Buried inside of me

I must keep the pain silent
Keep my eyes dry
I'm supposed to stay strong
There is no time to cry

Yet there in the darkness
I hear his voice whisper low
I can barely make sense of it
But I won't let him go

Life is a funny thing
So bitter, yet so sweet
And I hope in your next one
You and I will once again meet
Allyssa Mason Jan 2021
Existence is shimmering through
A litany of souls,
Ever-bustling and occupied.
The greys blur and blend,
Drowning in an ocean
Without saturation or warmth.
Colors wilt as the petals of a rose,
Perception compromised
Under the spell of deep grief.
Frost creeping up the frame
Like icy fingers
To announce impending frostbite.
And in the vast expanse
Of ever growing darkness
There is a glimmer of life
A sign of hope
Dig
Climb
Run
Jump
Do anything you can to feed that hope
By any means possible
Escape that place
Allyssa Mason Nov 2019
Life has become
A game of running from the past
My demons are my traumas
Always catching up so fast

Used to drown them gently
Burning liquid in my veins
Together we'd indulge ourselves
And dance without our chains

I made a promise to you back then
Before you grew your glorious wings
A promise to try to heal inside
And let go of unimportant things

My life has become
A game of running from the past
Because that's how I feel okay finally
It's the only way I'll last
Allyssa Mason Aug 2021
When the sky is dark and gleaming
Sprinkled with brilliant stars
I find my mind drifting
Wondering where you are

Gentle breeze of floral scent
Like a portal to a dream of a dream
Tangled up within ourselves
Pondering the reality of what we see

If nothing's real, why does it hurt
Did your soul drift too far
Just one more talk, one more kiss
Why does mortality have to be so hard

I will always be yours, I will never forget
I hold you forever in my heart
I live on for you, doing what you wanted me to
But when will the healing truly start

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