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My room, Both a death camp and a safe zone, Rather wither away, Than face execution. Open door, Deep breath, Failure. Hand over my feelings, back to bed, laying there, friends were a conspiracy. Leaving this house a teenage floor of lava, To the armory, Wield headphones and an over grown coat. Open door, Deep breath, Stand. The sun hurt as if i just left a space ship, Fear of both know and unknown, On this planet I was the alien. Open gate, Deep breath, Walk. Pavements conveyor belts, Pushing out ghouls of society, Cubicle bound, Grey walls. Yet still asked why so scared, Of what I wish was just in my head, This earth, The land of dead.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
Housebound Alien
My room, Both a death camp and a safe zone, Rather wither away, Than face execution. Open door, Deep breath, Failure. Hand over my feelings, back to bed, laying there, friends were a conspiracy. Leaving this house a teenage floor of lava, To the armory, Wield headphones and an over grown coat. Open door, Deep breath, Stand. The sun hurt as if i just left a space ship, Fear of both know and unknown, On this planet I was the alien. Open gate, Deep breath, Walk. Pavements conveyor belts, Pushing out ghouls of society, Cubicle bound, Grey walls. Yet still asked why so scared, Of what I wish was just in my head, This earth, The land of dead.
The punctuation is a lot different in this than previous poems I have wrote as this was a spoken word poem I used.
#sad#depression#life#pain#death#loss#hurt#thoughts#you
Siththa
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Siththa
22/M
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
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