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Cody Haag Apr 2020
Lies leave your lips
Like water from a leaky faucet
amalia Apr 2020
For a second i thought of quitting
But then i look back to the people i might left

For a second i thought of forwarding
But then i look back to my reason of quitting

I am stuck and scared and angry

I dont know where i should go

I'm not sure how to end this

And i doubt it if i keep trying my best to survive in this game. I'm gonna keep making a new scars on my chest

Die you should just die

It scream on my ear

But i am scared to convince my sins on the face of the Most Mercy.

Time keeps ticking
And i am still stuck and scared and quiet.
CB Apr 2020
"Beautiful anger comes in fiery waves. Your venomous words wriggle their way out, to reach my racing heart. Empty and perfect i'm completely shattered and worthless.
I would’ve bled for you, but now as I sit and stare at your face I can’t help but wish to watch you curl up and die."
"shattered & worthless", is that from a song? came to mind and jotted down quite quickly, so I’m quite unsure.
LightToBurn Apr 2020
Oh my freaking god
Here comes this ******* again
*******, and you too
a senryu
(similar to haiku)
NoahArkenswagg Apr 2020
Beautiful fire, how easy it is to ***** you out of existence...it makes me jealous. If I could disappear in silent smoke and forever remain absent, I'll burn ever more brightly with pain, then...*****.
NaNi Apr 2020
But it’s always us in the end , holding the hearts we gave away, us the ones who love hard, the ones who look outside of self, who feel for people And things outside of themselves. Us, those who will end up hurt and torn in the end by the people they only wanted to love and be loved by.
We still love even after heartbreaks.
Nikita Apr 2020
Wrap your arms around me
Let’s trade you say
A thousand kisses
For a thousand burns

Let’s dance you say
Instead I bow
I flail, fall and pray
Please, please, oh please

Wake up.
The flames no longer tickle
You no longer want to dance or play
The burns singe my skin, dark and brittle

Check mate.
It’s over.
You’ve won.
You always do.

I never wanted to hurt you.
I’m.
So.
Sorry.
Passion or aggression? It’s a question I ask myself daily. What price am I willing to pay to have a voice?
Jay Apr 2020
I assume I should apologise
For the words wrought in red
Of fire and rage
"you hurt me" I cry
But what of the actions
That brought about the desire for death
Hatred brews deep within
Of oneself perhaps
Possibly the subject of this piece
I cannot say
To the idea maybe
That the initial time doors open
Flowers will bloom on arms
And eyes will crinkle in corners
I cannot say for sure
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