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Lovely Sep 20
My feet are on the ground, I swear.
But I'm not moving anywhere.
My lungs say that I'm breathing.
But when did my heart stop beating?
I don't know who I am.
Or who I used to be before.
I broke me in a thousand pieces.
Now someome tell me, how am I to fix this?
I can't try and help me because I know,
Only time can heal but it's running out.
Tell me how to feel.
How to feel okay.
Someone tell me how
Because I don't know how.
I've been feeling pretty low.
Ever since the day I dug my heart's grave.
I've been feeling pretty low.
My empty heart is bruised.
Broke down my walls for him.
And though I'm six feet under, my anxiety is taking over.
Noone can try and help me because I know.
Only time can heal but it ran out.
Tell me how to feel.
How to feel okay.
Someone tell me how.
Because I don't know how.
I've been feeling pretty low.
Ever since the day I dug my heart's grave.
I've been feeling pretty low.
Although I'm six feet under, my anxiety is taking over.
AestheticAbi May 13
-Pantoum-
The Reason Yet To Be Shared

I am so confused
how did it get this far
Why am I so bruised
why on my heart lays a single scar

How did it get this far
I have no clue
why on my heart lays a single scar
The scar that makes me so blue

I have no clue
It is yet to be declared
The scar that makes me so blue
The reason yet to be shared

It is yet to be declared
Why I am so bruised
The reason yet to be shared
I am so confused
This is my first pantoum please don't hate I know it's bad
Bellissima May 27
Through creaking doors
walk my ideas of people.
Cracked frames, bent and sullen.
Groaning hinges, bones
bruised and rusted.
Mickey May 14
Broken hearts, crushed souls,
damaged minds, bruised bodies.
Yet, Beautifully spoken words and perfectly  shaped smiles.
Anastasia May 13
A little boy of shadow
Sitting in carnations
Terrified
Of God’s creations.
A little boy,
Lost and to never be found
Never knew
The voices could be so loud.
The voices that say
“If you stood, the world could be ours.”
But he prefers wishing on stars.
Because his legs are beaten and bruised
And he cannot walk.
But he wishes for someone to help him stand.
And doesn’t make him talk
About the things he wants to say
The things he wants to keep away
For someone who will always stay.
an old poem from last year, that i really love.
Amelia Apr 11
My hand trembles
at the sight I see before me.

My face damaged
from the expectations of society.

My body bruised and scarred
from every ounce of derision inflicted upon me.

Not only is it a corruption of appearance,
but a corruption of the soul.
Mark Boschi Apr 2
at night you can find me
planted onto the tile floor
the shower water gushing against my hunched back feels like a hug
each trickle resembles your fingers
- i'm trying to erase you,
scrub away the marks you've left on my wrists,
the bruised knees
but your threatening undertone
rings in my head
stings the sterile lights,
they will always flicker.

Mark Boschi
Empire Mar 25
Light me up inside
Flick a spark in my soul
To spread like a wildfire
I want to feel the sensation
The warm glow
As the depths of my darkness
All of my rotting flesh
Pale, torn, bruised
Is revived
The sickness cured
At least
For a little while
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