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You-
An invisible force.
Shaping my world,
Without a word or any remorse.

You asked me for love, I gave you faith.
And then you shut the gate.
So please, I beg,
Stay away.
And just like the moon shines bright in the night,
Try not to ruin my day.
when the lights go out,
i am swallowed by nothingness.
it settles like a blanket over me,
but it is heavy.

the world becomes gaps and blanks.
my mind fills them.
it paints them with my worst fears;
murderers monsters, you.
you come alive in the dark.
you lurk in the corners,
waiting for the moment
i blink.

but the images don’t move.
they are stagnant-
still, yet smothering,
seeping into skin
and squeezing the breath from my chest.

i say im scared of the dark,
but truly,
i fear the corners of my mind.
and what they birth.
when im alone long enough,
to let them speak.
2:12am
I should sleep
we cant sit
and stare at our wounds
forever
we need to heal,
it starts somewhere
it takes a toll on you
but
we need to heal.
capricious: (adjective) an outcome driven by sudden, unpredictable change

your head gets heavy
a feeling of doom springs about
it lingers
enveloping you in fumes of doubt
it sets in, a cloud above your head.

it takes control
a silent, grey dread

colours fade out,
light grows dim
the heaviness spreads,
filling your eyes to the brim
shades of grey is all you can see

you search for colour,
desperately
to bring you back to reality

for the world you knew
sinks beneath the tide
into the dark abyss
of your mind
where shadows hide.

the abyss becomes all you know.
a strange, cold, yet familiar feeling it is, is it not?
i finally found a friend who cares!
    no its too good to be true.
but, but she's not like the others, she's kind and sweet!
    ur delusional, that does not exist.
hello?
you were right.
it was too good to be true.
why can't one find people who aren't fake and not out to use you..
 Jun 24 mysterie
Asuka
Numb
 Jun 24 mysterie
Asuka
When the world shatters, piece by piece,
Each shard too lost—if found, too heavy to seize.
Life becomes a wasteland, where joy’s just a trace,
So numb… even sorrow wears a human face.
 Jun 24 mysterie
Ashi Jain
always surrounded by people
but I'm so lonely
always trying to talk
but no one hears me
I try to explain
but no one understand even my family
I'm so tired no one sees me
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