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grey Feb 2019
Petals.
They remind me of how much time,
how much time we have left,
Petals being ripped from the flower,
like years being torn away from our lives
you need to live life to the fullest before the petals run out.
like she did.
everytime you sin.
is one of those petals being wasted.
like years being wasted.
that being said,
treat those petals with care.
like treating your years with care.
grey Jan 2019
Tick Toc, Tick Toc
As the sound grows louder,
My heart beats faster.

Fear.

Slowly emerging from the hallway,
Out came a dead body.

Louder, Faster.
The noises don't stop.
grey Nov 2018
I see the crooked but empty look on your face,
As her words shout,
They go in one ear out the other.
I walk past seeing the crooked painting
As I enter this house I realized
This house is crooked
Along with our world
grey Oct 2018
I am far away,
The fog is in my way,
Heading home,
In dismay.
I'm coming
From afar
Your  home
Waiting for my return
I am coming
Back home to you
grey Oct 2018
The migraine in my head,
It fills my body with pain.
Coming from all sides of my head.
My migraine wont go away.
Please.
Help me.
My Migraine is...

Going
To
****
Me


Its evil causing my head to hurt.
Letting out all the bad thoughts
Negative is filling over the Positive.
Please.

I'm
Going
To
Die.

My head hurts
It burns.
With all these thoughts.
Clouding in my head.
grey Oct 2018
In my head all I can think about is death,
Reaching out.
I see her hand
I'm hidden.
She cant find me she never will.
Because I am hidden
Hidden from my problems
Hidden from my LoveLife
Hidden from my everything
I am hidden from her.
She wants me dead
A knife in my head.
In my heart
I don't know what she's aiming for.
I hear her words in the back of my
HEAD
My arm is grabbed
Thrown to the wall.
She walks closer
As I fall.
Knife in her hand as I suspected.
A i m i n g f o r  m y h e a r t
grey Oct 2018
Waking up to a knew morning
So many plans
So many places to go
So many things to do
So many ideas but what shall I do
It is only dawn
The sun is rising
Its beautfiul
I walk to the beach first
I sit on the shore the ocean water,
It comes up against my feet
And under me,
Dawn,
Dawn is the most beautiful time of day
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