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 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Unique fye
The day is expected to be great in a perfect world you wake to be happy to do the same things over n over once again almost like being a puppet made you think maybe I'm not the one that's corrupted
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Poetic T
If blood doesn't seep
                from my wrists,
am in not alive..
Or has all feeling just
                 drained from me.
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
mumu
2AM Story
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
mumu
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Sometimes, words are not enough to tell what we really feel and most words doesn't fit to the emotions we are holding.
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Semicolon
There's more to suicide than what we think it is.
It's not just unanswered questions,
sometimes, it's unasked ones.
For all those out there who self harm, please don't do it. Please don't do it, for me. For your family, for your friends, for all those who care, for yourself. You're not alone in this, trust me❤
For all those out there who are battling self harm, I'm so proud of you, keep going. I love
you, and I'm always here for you if you need me❤
For all those out there who help people that self harm, you're doing a great job. You're beautiful and you're going amazing❤
For all those out there who know people that self harm, please help them out. Tell them they're brave. Tell them they're not alone. Tell them you care. Tell them you love them. Give them your hand, they need it❤

©Semicolon
 Jun 2018 mickey finn
Marissa
Her eyes are chocolate brown
Her skin is porcelain white like snow
Her voice is smooth and silky
Her imperfections are perfect to me
Her personality is sweet like honey
But she doesn’t love me
She doesn’t even know me
It’s an unrequited love
an ocean away
distance disappears in love
a whisper closer
I braided my hair
so it wouldn’t
fall into your face
and touch
your smiling lips

When your lips
stoped smiling
then I stoped
braiding
Inhale it in
Exhale it out
The air the breath from the universal sky
Without your pulse
Surely
I could
die
  
  I've felt choked for quite some time
Choking on my own
decline

Love is the fuel
that times
the rhyme
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