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 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
Laiba
My silent screams go unnoticed
My darkend days unchecked
I wish they believed me when i said it did happen
The emptiness is all consuming
It stole away my breathe
Self harm is always an option
Sucide is wish
That wouldn't happen to me
Because even death has rejected me
The memories of being suffocated by the man you called dad totures my head every minute
But now....
I got nothin to say
My words ran away with my happiness
Dear life
Let me go
 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
Azariah
The past is a place where everyone wishes to go to once in a while.
But if all wishes came true
Then no one would be satisfied.
This is why minds should process,
That progress comes by being friends with the day and moving with time.
 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
Elly
night sky
 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
Elly
was i the night sky not worth it to be looked at
or
you were just so scared of the dark, you chose her instead
 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
Shannon
I wonder what it feels like to give up what's most precious to you

grief from losing that part of you
or
satisfaction from gifting it








                                                                                    I hope it's the latter.
 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
julianna
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
 Apr 2020 Emilia Sato
Ben
We rarely talk
We've had memories
Some bittersweet

You're the song on repeat
And I want it to stop
Get it off my mind

No longer do I want this lullaby
The mind wakes up memories before you sleep and sometimes it's of old romances

— The End —