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Soumia Mar 2021
Have you heard it?

Pain, it hurts so much, it tears you apart!
I want to scream and shout and let it all out but i havn't.
I fake a smile because thats easy, I fake to be happy in a croud but i cry when i'm alone.
Pain is a  monster that doesn't want you to move on!
HANI Mar 2021
finally, i cried my heart out
i cried all of my fear,
the fear of being a failure,
the fear of being left by others,
the fear of not having anyone beside me,
the fear of not surviving this battle,
i finally cried after all this time i buried them deep enough.

thank you, myself,
you’re brave enough to cry again,
to let yourself cry
to accept that being weak is sometimes okay

after this, wake up, and focus
college is about to start again in three days
stop thinking about anything that stop you from growing,

and,
please be happy,
and sad sometimes,
that’s life.
i, sometimes, didn’t let myself cry because crying is one of the most things i hate. when i cry, i look weak, i feel weak, i feel stupid. and yes, i never wanted to tell anyone about how i feel since someone decided to throw all of my story back at me again. so i keep them just for myself. and on feb 12th, i told my friends. they’re not the closest ones, but we have something in common. i just feel i can trust them. so while i typed everything i feel, i cried. i feel.... good by crying. and this poem is for me. i dedicated this poem for me, and maybe for everyone who have the same feeling as me. just... cry it out. thank you!
Bailey Mar 2021
Today I had a new sensation
I wanted to cry
And I couldn't
Now I'm left to wonder
Why
zenfoldor Feb 2021
Our differences make us the same
like blinding ice and gentle rain,
like brussels sprouts & beef chow mein
our differences make us the same.

Our choices fill us with regret.
Which to love and which forget?
Punch the clock, miss the sunset,
our choices fill us with regret.

Our letting gos break our hearts.
Our holding ons prolong our darks.
Our giving ups put out our sparks.
Our letting gos break our hearts,
and we are not alone.
You are not alone.
Victor Bilgin Feb 2021
I whispered to the Beast:
Begone!
Drought stood at the ready —
We swam on sand to flee.
Roaming dogs could smell
Fear, or was it fight
That we had within us
As we fled into the night.

In darkness we sat,
Our numbers light.
Cold, Queen of Ice, with us.

She spoke:
"Should it find you,
Scream my name
And tell it this:
O Beast! O tortured soul!
You are free.
Go as you please
Unto the world
That bore you.
I say it
and it is so."
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