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Anneteiku Aug 2020
I'm having hard time processing things.

Cluttered thoughts...

Unhealthy mind...

Countless sleepless nights...

Leave me alone.

I...

I just need to process this Æ L O N E.

Don't need any approval.

Don't need your unsolicited advice.

I just needed S P A C E.

I know how to ask for help, believe me.
Savio Fonseca Aug 2020
I burnt the Memories, U gave Me.
I burnt your Love Letters Too.
Your Tears won't ever, Cry for Me.
Tell Me.....What else must I Do?
I threw the Souvenirs, U gave Me.
I hardly ever take, your Name.
Our Love is done and Dusted.
As it put us both, to Shame.
Most of the Time, I keep Thinking.
Why not find, somebody New?
A Woman who Glows, like Moonlight
and is fresh, as the Morning Dew.
Once Her Eyes, find Me.
I shall write, My Love Story Again.
In the Arms of My Angel,
U won't find, My Tears weep Again.
m a k a y l a Jul 2020
there’s this sick comfort in depression
the absence of feeling is welcoming compared to the constant rush of emotions
the quietness and stillness from all that nothingness
it’s different from peace, it’s the lack of joy

there’s a sick comfort in depression
it’s the warm bed you can’t feel, it’s the concerned faces you can’t care about
it’s the locked door you can’t open
It’s different from calmness, it’s the lack of a steady heart beat

the comfort in depression is real, it’s the lack of feeling, it’s something on fire isn’t dulled out but completely extinguished
It’s gone
It’s dark
It’s black
Dave Robertson Jul 2020
Wet grass caps toes,
a long missed inconvenience,
each pace lifting
weight long loved

The dappled, leaf stopped light
tries to placate,
but you won’t stay

Like time and tide
you wipe your face clean
and disappear through trees
with no trail
Broken Pieces Jul 2020
Eat
It's getting harder and harder to eat each day,
The food is tasteless and gray.

I want to eat but I can never seem to hold it down,
So instead I lie over and over and I begin to drown.

I haven't eaten much today, but at least I ate something,
Because something is way better than nothing.

I hope tomorrow I can bring myself to eat more,
And my need to eat will be something I can finally restore.
Bhill Jun 2020
looking ahead towards the end is intoxicating
knowing that you are able to conquer obstacles previously out of reach
hurdles, that before, were not obtainable
what changed so that victory existed on your journey
your ideas of what could be done, can be done
your view of the end changed....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 170
What is in your view?
Thomas James Tom Jun 2020
Beautiful sadness.
I hear the wind whirl and howl outside.
I hope it rains.
I see cats.
They are playing in the house.
The pitter-patter of their feet amuses me.
I'm sitting in the living room.
I feel an old friend approaching.
She visits often.
She is beautiful.
She cuts me.
She stalks me.
She is evil.
She is always lurking.
She drives me insane.
She leaves my soul hurting.
She is mean.
She is lean.
Her words are like rusty nails to my soul.
Her words are true.
In this madness and sadness, beauty emerges.
I hear soft music coming from my headphones.
It helps me.
It heals my wounds.
It eases my spirit.
The scares remain.
She leaves until the song ends.
Then she is back again.
My Beautiful Sadness.


6/9/2020

Thomas James Tom
Yasmine Jun 2020
The art of procrastination, is to not care at all.
What a fool I am?
To assume I could do nothing at all,

other than worry.
GreenWitch May 2020
well let me think on this...
am I stupid too?
for loving You?

yes, I guess I am...
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