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Pavel Rup 7d

Когда затянет небо грусть,
Когда душа о чём-то плачет...
С бумагой строчкой поделюсь,
А может — день сегодня мрачен?

С утра над городом туман,
Сентябрь встречает непогоду.
Прошёл у Осени роман...
Уж ложка дёгтя в бочке мёда.

И неизбежность естества,
И неизбежность дней тягучих...
Душа грустит, ждёт волшебства.
Ждёт радости и дней кипучих.

Увы! Как времечко летит.
Года проскачут — словно белки.
Душа грустит — душа болит!
И всё покрыл туман вселенский.

Туман над городом стоит...
Туманно в городе душевном.
И чем же душу напоить?
То — трудно в мире современном!

И осень дерзким ноябрём
Накроет — словно «медным тазом».
Лишь ты и ты — лишь вы вдвоём...
Да жизнь — подаренным алмазом.

Когда затянет небо грусть,
Душа скулит и тихо плачет...
И слово есть — то слово, «пусть».
Ах, белка шустрая — ускачет!

Arpitha 7d

Captive

Don't you miss
the happy, carefree days?
How can I miss
what I have never had?

Darkness has engulfed me
since childhood,
holding me captive.

It fortifies its armory
day by day,
leaving me incapacitated.

#depression

Jakub Zoltowski 7d

The lost world

She. Like a blue water.

And I'm, in the middle of the clouds.

Falling. The red.

Veins, in the spider-webs.

Slowly, down, down, down, down.

The rain.

DankerSchon 7d

Impatient Damage for Hope

Like a fear of the wind
As if I am waiting the storm
In my boat that has been wrecked
No wood will hold
No nail will bulge
No one will hear when I scream alone

Yet don't fool me with
A savior
I have lost my faith
Many time ago

Your false hope will
**** me not
The pain you
Caused

For it is
I am a man who dreams
Who feels
and who lost
The surprise of an
Expectation

For that
Don't want me
To pull the oars
If the wind will drop
I will come
Cause I have rowed
That boat before
Which is why
I carry my wreckage

Lyle 7d

Mood

Night time
Car ride
Window down
Red lighting
Loud music
Best friend
Numb again

Arpitha 7d

What if

What if I lie down
and refuse to get up?
Ever?
It's all I want to do,
It's all I can do.
Take rest -
forever.

#depression #sad #tired

Cori 7d

The Five Stages Of Grief - Anger

Did I do something?
Something wrong?
Something that made him drift your way—
Made you the one he leaned on more?

It’s not fair.

Don’t tell me it is.
Don’t act like I don’t see the shift.

I can live without you too.
Don’t think I won’t.

You were supposed to be mine.
My closest.
My constant.
Not… someone else’s echo.

But you turned.
Softened.
Changed your tune for someone who
Spoke like you,
Laughed like you,
Fit easier beside you.

And me?
I watched you choose them—
Over and over—
While I stood outside the frame.

You made room for them,
And none for me.

So no—
It’s not just him.
It’s not just them.

It’s you.

And I hate you for that.

Read "Denial" first

#anger