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Soumia 4d
No eyes can see my tears,
no ears can hear me crying,
all I have is you but where have you gone?
Lumi 5d
when you get the call
would you cry at all
would you mourn the girl you never really knew?

when i start to fall
would you stand up tall
or would you let me ruin you?
haven't posted in forever, plus my writing ***** but, i'm working on it.
I still hear that voice sometimes.
It’s not nearly as loud or as frequent, but it’s still there. I think it always will be. I don’t try to silence it, anymore. I know that what it says isn’t true. I try to sit with it. I try to find the feeling underneath the words. Is it loneliness? Exhaustion? Fear?
I try to hold it, gently, like a bird with broken wings. I listen, and then I let it go.
Alexis 5d
if you have ever had a panic attack,
the gasping
racing heart
tingling limbs
and crashing mind,
then surely
you know what it is to die.
pretty ****, I know.
Tom 5d
There is but one thing,
That all humans fear,

Yet nothing we do,
Slows dreaded advance.  

Yes, death is the end,
No comfort in that,

But life is therefore,
More precious, more pure.

For us that will die,
Are luckier still,

Infinite lives lost,
Never to be lived.

That we do exist,
Is reward enough,

And better is now,
Than all time before.

Our time here will soon,
Come to darkest end,

And yet before then,
Life still has its time.
But it wasn’t a demon, I realised.

For I was the one with the crystalline knife.
My first attempt at a two-sentence horror story. Inspired by Undertale.
I'm living in a house without electricity-
This city could have been so pretty,
Grass and trees and leaves and bees-
Now it's become gritty,

Concrete dreams and pipes and steam-
Steel beams: at night they gleam,
And a scream, what could it mean-
Another life torn apart at the seams,

A body, broadly speaking-
Left to rot and reeking,
The people peaking out their curtains, meek and-
The police chief got no sleep this weekend,

I'm living in a house without water-
My daughter's missing- 6 o'clock news fodder,
Dead and cold maggots and mold-
She was just a toddler,

Blood, dirt and mud-
Not soap nor suds, I'll need a flood,
To wash way this god-
Forsaken rug before my ****** mug,

A family- no longer,
Leave the song here,
We're gone or goners-
Born in April, now May is dawning.
Billie Oct 9
Suave hair
Sharp suit
Glinting buttons
But your hands,
They're wrong
Posed.
Anad not by you
Its a block of ice.
Where have you gone?
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