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Mitch Prax Apr 2019
I don't think I
have felt love for
far longer than I
care to admit,
so what have I
been doing all
these years?
Mitch Prax Apr 2019
I am a tourist
travelling in between
the sweetest dreams
and the darkest
nightmares.
Mitch Prax Apr 2019
She slithers in
underneath my door
in the dead of night.
I let my guard down
and she slides up my bed,
underneath the covers
and curls around my spine.
She whispers sweet terrors
and I find myself awake
and fighting this anxiety
that has me in her grip.
Alex Myers Apr 2019
I found you in a song,
In the rhythm of the rest of the world melting away,
In the twirl of your dress as the melody carried you to me.

I found you in a heartbeat,
In your shaking hands as you stood in front of a crowd,
In the strength of your voice despite every burning fear to silence you.

I found you in the wind,
In the high speeds down the dusty roads of the city you left behind,
In the mountains of rose as the sun set in a desert sky.

I found you in the flashing lights,
In the colors that held you like your brightest dreams that you knew would never last,
In the passion and euphoria like stars before they burnt out.

I lost you in the monotone,
In the perpetuity of tires against pavement,
In the miles that stretched out until you were worlds away.

I lost you in the silence,
In the quiet complacency of the everyday,
In my ringing ears as I clawed for something - anything - but was never satiated.

I lost you in the rain,
In the coldest summer to ever live,
In the haze of a suburb that I never wanted to see again.

I lost you in the darkness,
In the street corner lines with dim, flickering lights,
In waiting, waiting, waiting, as those lights slowly went out.
Mitch Prax Apr 2019
Tomorrow
is tomorrow
is tomorrow
is tomorrow-
if only i could
become unstuck.
Beaux Apr 2019
Things are always okay
Until midnight rolls around

At midnight my demons emerge
At midnight my thoughts race
At midnight I remember

I remember I'm useless
I remember I'm unloved
I remember I'm unwanted

Things always okay
Until midnight rolls around

At midnight I can't sleep
At midnight I can't breathe
At midnight I can't feel

My eyes are filled with tear
My skin is covered in cuts
My bathtub is stained in blood

Things are never okay
Until midnight rolls around
4-9-19
Lost Soul Apr 2019
My blood is red
My tears are blue
You crushed my soul
so how can I still love you

you left me on red
your eyes are so blue
I'm giving up
we have too much we've been through

My patience is out
Your time is through
I just wanted to say goodbye
But that you couldn't even let me do
Sabrina Apr 2019
The thoughts of death
often makes me hold my breath

Through broken sobs and irritation
19 and staying in a broken nation

No job no place
Life is a meaningless race

Is it worth it the end?
Thought by now I'd be dead.

Should I reach out for help
Or just be by myself

Sick and tired of the pain
My mentality is chained

A cut along my wrist
Another opportunity missed

Who would ever want to hire
Someone who's mentality is dire

Would it be worth it it the end
Will I ever heal and mend

Am I allowed to cry
It'd be so easy to die.

I break and fall
Nothing but a broken doll

Reaching into the empty air
is anyone there?
Lost Soul Mar 2019
Dear Heart,

Why do we try so hard?
They dont care about us
But yet we still pass out
little pieces of you like business cards
Im sick of fighting
For once I want to be the one fought for
Have something else to say while writing

Dear Lost Soul,

We do it so no one has to feel alone
Just like you were
When all you wanted was someone to pick up the phone
It hurts... yes it does
But if we make a slight difference
Then its worth it
We dont put ourselves out there, just because
If someone needs us, we are there
Not everyone can pull through
When they feel no one else cares
You fought, made it out alive
Some people arent as strong
To not give in to the knive
We help because we can..
We survived, now lets give that to someone else
Before they call this the end
Mitch Prax Mar 2019
People always leave.
It was never about them-
It's about the ones
who come back.
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