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happiness is a word i no longer find the meaning for
i loved her but now i think of her as a *****
I DEMAND NO MORE
as i lay here on the floor
as my tears pour out
i have doubt
that i meant anything to her
was i just a chauffeur to her from A to B
did she love me
what did i mean to her
life is just a blur
it's like she was a curse
that briefe happiness before it all came crashing down
now all i wear is a frown
its like i'm in a wedding gown
but i'm not walking down that isle
i am being carried in a black box
while the few who are there
watch on and cry
i fly
I'm Not Sure If I Can Take This Anymore
 Mar 2018 Jey Blu
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 Mar 2018 Jey Blu
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Youllneverunderstand me
@.**
 Mar 2018 Jey Blu
Amanda Francis
I went to bed with flowers in my hands and woke up carressing a rifle.
My delusion of self can offer me no help, cause you've been twisting sides.
Making me fall in love with you, you're waging a war of lies.

Cold metal sooths open wounds, I never knew you could be this cruel.
fragments of the mirror stare back at the fragments that remain.
Theres nothing I can see that looks anything like me.

So' I'm wondering where I am and who you are?
and when this ever got this far?
I idolised you and now i despise everything you do.
I can't stop myself asking, am I falling out of love with you?
 Mar 2018 Jey Blu
Baylee Kaye
spinning colours.
flashing lights.
pounding music.
rooms too bright.

tucked away amidst the dawn,
he took a drag on Mary Jane,
coating her in liquor rain,
as he thought of thought of lustful times forgone.

he sat the pill right on his tongue,
and watched it melt away.
he closed his eyes and swallowed vulgarly,
for there was no time to be a saint this day.

he hid within an acid storm.
and his promises were holy,
when he watched the load drip down slowly.
for the psychedelic pleasure held him warm.
this poem is lowkey all about drugs but I’m sure you can infer that. can you guess them? also, I DO NOT partake in these substances!
 Mar 2018 Jey Blu
Jessy
At this very moment,
I’m not suicidal.
But if a car came
While I was crossing the street
I wouldn’t move out of the way.
If someone was holding a gun to my head
I wouldn’t exactly beg for my life.
In fact, I would tell them
To go for it.
No, I’m not suicidal.
But if I had an opportunity
To die without killing myself,
I would take it.
saw something similar on Pinterest so I decided to recreate it
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