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 Nov 2015 Rahul Waslekar
R
You're made up of layers
more than a hundred of them
but when you peel a few
they thought they already know you
impressed, appalled to see you
baring your soul, opening yourself
and you find it funny
and you find it kinda sad
because to you it's nothing
like a small scratch on a surface
nothing but just a few layers off
and you have a hundred more to go.
Feels.
 Nov 2015 Rahul Waslekar
LjMark
That year was so cold
As cold as that winter that wouldn't end
All I remember about that year
Was how little I fit in anywhere
How I connected with no one
How I sat alone at school
While in a room with 40 others

I lost count of how many hours I spent
Alone in my parents cold garage
Sitting in my car that needed a new motor
Watching the snow fall from the window
And the breath rise from my mouth

All the times I sat staring at a handful of pills
Too broken to go on, but too scared to sign out
Caught in endless torment, with no future in sight
Half of me not caring anymore
Half wanting so bad to hold on

I never imagined I'd survive that year
Or the next, then 5, and 10
Or have the life that I have today
But I am evidence that all of it's true

And giving up too early in life
Is like throwing your cards down too soon
You just might be holding a king or a queen
But it might take you more time to know

by Lj Mark
A very true account of my life at 17 years old.
“I love you.”

Yet,
You do not know
the idea of pills in
unknown bottles
Or the blade
waiting for the whisper
of crimson
nor
The hopelessness and
abandonment of a God
your stomach can
no longer swallow

You do not know
the stale hours
of quiet sanctuary
I took within the
night
to grasp why my
thoughts always ran
to oblivion
Nor
when I was so close
to making Death
my
murderer

I have never
told you any of
this,
baby.

Because
a problem
is still a problem,
and you've always
told me,
“I'm a problem solver.”
but I know
this is one without
a solution.
-DDF
(I'm proud of this)
When the sky grey,
    the sun has gone down
you fail to find your way
   all thoughts clogged in the head
and you can't hear a clear voice
   vision is biased and speech is altered
hours of introspection seems void
   all you need is just a solution
to put back jammed things in motion
   looking for people to help you,
and when you can't find some, my friend
   just grab it by its glossy waist,
lift it, put it to your thirsty lips
   and pour down your throat this solution
for your heart needs an internal repair
   to lift you up from this momentary dispair
When all problems pile up in a sum
the only solution that works is the *** !
 Jun 2015 Rahul Waslekar
PrttyBrd
Dust on the keyboard
Shines like stardust in dim light
10w
every pencil has an eraser
for everyone make mistakes
and you need to practice
to perfect a masterpiece.
nothing. im sick. haha.
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