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113 · Jul 2021
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Depression is rain pouring so hard
Lightning and thunderstorms
Big waves and sinking boat
All at once inside of you
It can be sunny sometimes
But you’re trapped in a room
with no door and windows
Walls are hospital gray
With words spray painted
Only you can see
111 · Aug 2020
the world we cannot have
Put on your rose colored glasses
The one that matches your skirt
As well as your blush
And your hair curled perfectly
See the world through it
And say
What life could’ve been
If we lived in a rose colored planet
106 · Dec 2019
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Someday, these bullets
Are going to melt inside me
And become flowers
Someday, I'll bloom
And nobody would ever
Dare to touch me
92 · Feb 2020
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I wish my ride took me forever
To reach my destination
But it said
It will only take 2 hours
And I eventually made it after 2 hours
Unhappily
87 · Nov 2024
Fragments of Death
If depression kills
I’ve died a hundred times
In my bed
Staring at the ceiling
In the shower
Each time water hits my skin

Every night
When I can’t sleep
At stop signs
One car should run me over

At my kitchen sink
Nobody will notice
If I left this mess

At parties
Wondering why everyone’s happy
Why am I even here
79 · Oct 2024
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Did my enemies send me demons
So I would suffer?
Did they wish me dead,
Just to prove they’re right?
Was I simply too ahead of myself,
And burned my own life?
68 · Mar 9
Madness
You run a charity
Outside of your concrete home
I wonder what’s inside of your tiny mind
That makes you think
You have every right
To criticize my life

By now
Your bedroom must be lined
With bookshelves
Of self written manuals
On how to turn lives upside down
By constantly running your mouth
To fuel your delusion

By now
Your charity must be going south
As your lamp has never taken a night off
You must have a new collection
A manual on how to play the victim
When you’re done tearing lives apart

You run a charity
Outside of your concrete home
I wonder what’s inside of your tiny mind
Maybe nothing really
Just self-loathing
And project it to people
Who are living their lives
66 · Jan 7
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What if they all get tired of me
For seeing me tired all the time
I wish I could explain
How this is different from last month
Or the last week
I am all the shade of grey and blue
I wish I could show it all to you
What if no one believes me anymore
What if my sadness makes you mad
And I can’t make you laugh
Sometimes I feel like a killer
I’ve killed myself a hundred times in my head
But I feel like I’ve killed everyone around me
Because I don’t see anyone now
And it makes me even more sad
Someone told me to pray
Beg for forgiveness
For letting the demon in my body
How do I tell them
I am my own demon
I’ve tried to exorcise myself
Crawled and knelt til I bled
All I could do is cry
God knows how much I want to be better
But I’ve fallen deeper than anyone could think
And it’s all dark in here
I only have me
66 · May 27
my silent plea
Can you help me think straight
Because I feel like my brain is rotting
From not getting any sleep every night
I wish I was doing this for a good reason
But **** it, it’s been like this for years
I don’t hear my body anymore
Is it struggling
Gasping for air
Is it failing
From getting soaked in tears
Is it working overtime
And not shutting down
I couldn’t understand it
I have no way to understand it
Can you help me think straight
And put this body to sleep

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