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Feb 2018
It’s the little things, not smiling at something great

Not even chuckle at a stupid pun from my mate

Not taking in a new sight, but simply walking past

Being unable to describe it, when somebody asked

Only crying, every night- until I fall asleep

Not permitting myself to snooze, unless I weep

Clenching onto my pillow, within an ocean of tears

Uncontrollably shaking as I think about my fears

Shaking and crying but no sound,

And I wipe the tears with my doubts

Just to be able to sigh again

This must be the end of my brain

Do you reckon?

My mind is going a hundred miles a second

Whilst I’m completely still, 

My mental state is going downhill



I miss the smell of a freshly cut lawn

My sensations are weak, most already gone

I miss to feel emotion,

Colours as vast as the ocean

An unlimited amount I had,

But now they’re all gone

Maybe all these negative thoughts,

I just have to act on



I want you to smile,

Don’t wish you any pain

Just let me suffer alone,

What would I gain

From making you suffer with me?

I’ll keep this to myself
Pull the words from my vocal chords

And place them on the top shelf

Making sure you cannot reach

Of course, it’s just figure of speech

I’ll stay grey, like a lack of colour

My soul keep shrinking,

It keeps getting smaller

Smaller like my mind

The vast darkness takes over

Now all colour’s gone,

Nothing left to discover



I need you,

I need your smile,

It’s replaced by something abysmal,

Replaced by something vile

I want to look you in the eye,

And just hear you say

“Shh.. It will all be okay.”

Want to break down in your grip,

Tell you everything but no,

Instead I abandon ship

Again

Running from the truth



I miss the everlasting heat of the sun

My sensations are weak, most already gone

I miss to feel emotion,

Colours as vast as the ocean

An unlimited amount I had,

But now they’re all gone

Maybe all these negative thoughts,

I just have to act on



Thinking about what’s going on

I do that a lot,

Ever since I fought

The lack of a sunshine
It’s the main reason I’m not fine

Not fine at all, I miss the brightness

But you I haven’t missed, not in the slightest

You, the one bearing the false truth

You’ve been bothering me since my youth

Stop pulling me back, let me be with my friends

Running through these green fields,

Before it all ends



Its the little things, a breeze through my hair

Well the weather’s always changing, to be fair

Can’t expect it to always be sunny

But it’s been raining for too long now,

This isn’t funny

Droplets the size of cars

Drowning my brain

I’m gasping for air,
I’m going insane

But it’s the little things, and in the end

I’ll even crack a smile as I descend



I miss your touch

Oh I miss it so much

Your laugh, cry and warm face

The memories they’ll never erase

But you’re now gone, I miss you friend

I wipe a tear as you ascend

For the last time.
TheMeanBean
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TheMeanBean  21/M/The Netherlands
(21/M/The Netherlands)   
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