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 Aug 2016 Matt
Fucking tired
Have you ever hit that point
where you want to cry
every time you think,
when you see something familiar,
when you see a picture.
When little things get to you.
When you can't hear certain phrases
without remembering everything
your trying to forget.
you have to breath
before your okay again,
but your not okay.

Your breaking inside
you can feel your heart shatter
in your chest everytime.
You remember them.
All the people you miss.
All your mistakes.
All the times you should have said
I love you.
Maybe they would have stayed.
Maybe they would have lived.

All those times you should have
fought harder.
Maybe they wouldn't have hurt you. Maybe they would have
Left you alone

If not, then don't tell me to be happy.
You don't know.

If so, then don't tell me to be happy.
You know
 Aug 2016 Matt
Aztec
Judas
 Aug 2016 Matt
Aztec
He was like Judas
He came into my life like a friend  
He came into my life and showed me trust
He gave me everything I needed
He was like Judas and decided it was time
His kiss was his goodbye.
He was like Judas and left me asking why
He was like Judas and that was his beautiful
Goodbye.

- Aztec
It took me a whole year to describe him and I think I nailed it.
 Aug 2016 Matt
thehiddenwriter
My eyes shredded blood,
When I saw you leaving,
My heart pumped pain,
When I saw troubled you.

My body feels paralysed,
Waiting for your touch to make it live,
My lips are all dried up,
Only your kiss was keeping them alive.

My anything was only because
You existed,
Now that you are not here,
I'm a living dead *******.
 Aug 2016 Matt
RuNe
I love night as I love the shadow,
Scared of even a little light.
Trying to escape life.

But still in this darkness,
I can feel your heartbeat,
I can feel your breath,
I can feel your scent,
I can feel your lips.

Where I find solitude.
The creep that I am...
 Aug 2016 Matt
MindInTheClouds
We are like a tattoo,
forever there changing.
We cover the Earth's beauty,
like a scar of the skin.
As time passes, we change.
We spread in all directions
slowly fading, sinking down,
down into the skin of the earth.
Contaminants!
We overlap,
lose our beauty in the concrete jungle.
We become ugly.
Loosen out grip on nature,
but we envy its eternal youth.
We want to go back to our original beauty.
We can't.
We grow old.
We continue to fade until we are a form with no beauty.
Till the earth is covered.
Humans are Earth's fading tattoo.
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