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I want a pill, a pill
I'm wrapped in blankets
and I have a shivering chill

I should deal but it's hard
especially with a damaged heart
It's critical that I deal the cards...

I want to relive synthetic warmth
Synthetic waves of apathethic bliss
That takes away how much I want a kiss

From you
 May 2015 paper boats
Liam
Timepeace
 May 2015 paper boats
Liam
delicate springs of sensibility...
wound so tightly
by life's twists and turns
relieved intermittently
by uncoiling poetic release
ticking away periods of peace
...like clockwork
---

i began
as a spark / i have
a father and i have a
mother / i could be your
sister / i     could be your
brother / i am broken
          under a surgical
knife / medical garbage  
     that once was a life  
      i might have been  
named if given a
chance / i might
have married and      
i might have danced               
i will never be born                         
i'll never draw          
breath  


mom's life will be shattered
because of my death

a glint in dad's eyes
but no thought in his head
i once was a baby

*and now I am

DEAD.
soulsurvivor
(c) 5/23/2015

I tried to make this
Look like a broken
Embryo

---
I am nothing
I can though, be anything
So then
Use me
Make me anything
What you want
What you need
What you crave
What you desire
What you hate
I crave this
So please, just give me this chance to be something
Anything
Use me up and throw me out, there is always someone wanting a disposable pin cushion
I'm
Not
Afraid
Of
The
Dark...

I'm
Afraid
Of
What
Might
Be
Hiding
In
The
Dark
The clouds are rolling in
The raindrops start to begin
The sky turns dark, ominous and grey
The lightning flashes and you can hear
The thunder from far away
The wind picks up speed
Blowing fiercely
And the raindrops turn into a massive
Down pour that floods everything so
Violently
The stroke of the pen on the paper,
Soothes my nerves.
The very fact that I see the blue ink taking shape of my words,
Convinces me that I am alive and breathing.
This may be short but these two lines mean a lot to me. Mostly because, I write random poems in school all the time. :)
 Apr 2015 paper boats
Erali Pisce
I want to end my life.
I don't think that many people would care.
I would be removing a problem.
Everyone's lives could go on without me.
That would probably be best.
#suicide #depression #loss
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