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I dont feel safe anywhere ,
Your touch haunts me everywhere.
When I see you i feel an urge to throw up,
When i think of you i fall apart.
Sinking into this infinite loop,
The more I sink the more i feel like a fool.
You forgot about me .
But your touch haunts me .
I am scared that it will happen again.
It doesn't feel valid,
I wasn't *****.
It seems like they don't care.
Because we were kids,
Because i wasnt *****.
I would rather be lost with a bear,
Than be lost with a man.
This is an old poem of mine
The day you died you took my soul with you.
You are Gentle as the mornings sunshine,
I Know my soul is with you
and I want YOU to come back.
I pass by your grave
and talk with the dead.
Every time I remember that you are there, my heart shrinks deeper than the ocean's- end.
I go to your room, everything is still there like you are coming back.
Death is strange,
I can feel your soul but your body,
it will never come back.
The grief eats me up alive,
Death is strange and my inner child cries.
I miss my uncle
Angels of the sky, let me be at peace.
Spread your wings and listen to me.
I dont want to be empty anymore.
I feel so lost, so alone.
I'm drowning in my thoughts, I can't breathe anymore
Im trapped in this infinite darkness, I don't know anyone.
Come to me with your powerful light and let me go.
I dont want to be alone.
Let me touch the sky and let me fly high.
Send them doves as a sign.
The brightest star has now stopped to shine.
Maybe we will see each other in another universe, another life.
The grief swallows me alive.
The gloomy memories that play,
in the back of my mind; aren't enough. Your voice i can feel but not hear.
Your face that is blurry,
that I cannot see,
cannot be; anymore.
This is about death, made for my uncle that has passed away.
My head is calm like the ocean's shore,
I push the trigger and the gun goes off.
I accepted death,
I accepted my fate.
I know it will never get better,
my soul will stay bitter.
My cuts will go deeper
for every dog that has bitten.
I am not alive anymore,
my body is bleeding on the floor.
As my dead corpse lays in the pool of blood,
my favorite song still plays non-stop.
Sad poem

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