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noor Mar 2021
crying out for help
just for no one to hear
leads me to think
dying out of despair
would have no one care
my existence means nothing
noor Mar 2021
i am not lazy
im just a little hazy
because lately its daily
where im drained

i am not lazy
i am just gloomy
cause its so lonely

i am not lazy
im just drowning
all i hear is shouting
all i see is frowning

i am not lazy
im just crying
im just dying

i am not lazy
i am just stressed
  pressed
depressed
this seems to be a downward spiral into depression
noor Feb 2021
confined
confined in my mind
confined in this 4 squared wall of mine
confined with chains
confined with no way to escape
confined till i take my last breath
till i meet my death
theres no way to really explain this
noor Feb 2021
many people have died
and their loved ones have grieved

i have also died
and have also grieved

for the girl i once was
who is no longer with me
ever since this pandemic began ive slowly lost myself more and more. i think the old noor is gone forever. i cant seem to find her.
noor Dec 2020
it was a disaster from the start
but we concealed our banter
and tried to heal our hurt souls with each other
but we should have known
that two broken beings
could never in the end
win with both our demons defeated
only one of us won
while the other was weakened
noor Nov 2020
you let go
of your balloon so easily
not even looking up
to see where its gone

i grasped onto my balloon
until it slipped from
my hold
i followed it
until i could not see it
any longer
  Nov 2020 noor
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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