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My world has been rocked
Shattered to the core.

But I'm still here!

All the failures of my life
**** past me
Howling like the wind.

BUT I'm still here!

The razor looks friendly
Offering me its bitter comfort
To let my sorrow pour out.

BUT I'M still here!

Depression sings
his posioned song
Wanting me for himself

BUT I'M STILL here!

Come close to the edge
My feet stepping over.
Staring down into the Abyss

**BUT I'M STILL HERE!!!!!!!!!
A poem about Hope when everything around you is Screaming that there is none
When climbing to great heights, I think don't look down.
I am not fond of heights but getting better dealing with it.
im alive
but i feel dead
im choking
on my own breath

im myself
but still someone else
deciding who to be
is a living hell

all  these thing
all this stuff
it ruins me
it fills me up

im burning down
i'm tearing up
just take it away
please... make it stop

*(c.m.h)
When I'm weary
And I fall
She catches me

When I have a bad day
She helps me forget

When I'm cold
She makes me warm and cosy
Inside of her

A never ending love between my bed and **I
Much unhappiness comes about when  comparing ourselves with someone else
I used to spend a lot of time comparing myself to family, friends, or peers etc.
I was much happier when I stopped comparing and just decided to be me.
In a world of the blind
He wondered why his one eye
could not see some hope
If ever the sun shines like gold
air smells of unknown happiness
tightly them in a bottle hold
secure in your safest place.

When hits you the roughest wave
a patch of shore you badly need
bring them out from where you saved
take off the lid for a spoonful feed.

If ever shines a passing light
forget not to store it well
in times of living through darkest night
take off the lid in it revel.

When hits you life's toughest phase
in the raging storm can't find your way
delve within to reach that place
where the bottled sun you stored away.
Now he was standing on the border.

He heard his own voice say

this deadly option reconsider

also heard it say

your hunch can betray

so can your sense

pause man before you travel the distance.


No, he wouldn’t listen to that voice

having made the choice

not anymore to defer

what deserved the woman that wronged her.

She was giggling and saw no harms
when he picked her up in his arms.

The rock python smelled flesh falling from the sky.

You have to die he whispered you have to die.

The gateman was dozing and no eyes had watched him.

*He must now run away from this bad dream!
the idea came from visiting a snake park yesterday.
The easiest way to the heart of a woman
is tea-sing her.

Make her a tea
Sing her a song
And yours she would be
For lifelong!

If you think I fable

See me making that
At the tea table.
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