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I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
 Jun 2020 Somewhatdamaged
Mae
Utopia
 Jun 2020 Somewhatdamaged
Mae
Fluttering breeze—wonderful sound of dancing trees
Peaceful mind—peaceful life
This is society with no crime
This is the perfect life—she mourned

They love the way it is;
But they're sharks— while I, a fish
In this city on the sea
Is the most perfect society you'll ever see

Adventure she wants is not allowed
'Cause you'll need to follow—follow the crowd
What they'll do—you'll do
What they'll say—you need to obey

In this society I resigned
And live my own way—contract I signed
Perfect society you wished
Is the society they bewitched
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 Jun 2020 Somewhatdamaged
Mae
Demons
 Jun 2020 Somewhatdamaged
Mae
Every night I hear a whisper
It is not too hard to decipher
And everytime I hear it, I suffer

My head is twirling
My hands are shaking

It is no horror
Yet here I am, trembling in terror

Then I look in the mirror— I see
The girl whispering behind me
"Slice your neck and be free from this rotten society."
 May 2020 Somewhatdamaged
FS-30
There will be storms that we will overcome.
For it is often said, a river will find its way back to an ocean.
 May 2020 Somewhatdamaged
FS-30
Sky
 May 2020 Somewhatdamaged
FS-30
Sky
When you are alone
Those dark days seem like forever
But always remember
You are the sky
And everything else is the weather
 May 2020 Somewhatdamaged
FS-30
Anxiety feels like I’m not the real me.
The real me is locked in a cage
And I don’t have the key.
I heated it
I let it run

I climbed in
I slid down

until I was
covered

I held my breath
I opened my eyes

I released a
little air

I watched the
bubbles rise

I let it all go
until I was

light enough
to be a bubble
you overlook me
I fade away

not into the memory
into the never noticed

I want to be hated
by someone

I want to matter that much
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