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sage silcross Mar 2021
I fell into a hole,
I thought it was my grave
With no one to console,
I was stuck not like a mole
Life I began to crave
And the hole became a cave
just a random lil diddy
Gela Mar 2021
It's the emptiness that's eating you inside
Keeping you awake
Staring at the dark

Looking back,
You're stuck here again'
In this blackhole that never ends

Nothing's getting better
Are we stuck here forever?
What scares me the most
Is to love someone so much
That in losing them
You lose yourself
And yet
still end up
mourning not
your crippled soul
But them
Only them
Always them
Deanna Jan 2021
Slowly I fall closer into that hole
I've lost grip of that branch, which was keeping me above it all.
My fingers digging into the dirt as every day goes by
more tear drops begin to fall
more thoughts fill my head
and more pain fills my heart as my body sinks into the hole.
Regret scratches at the edges of Grief,
Widening the hole left in my heart
lost Jan 2021
I have came to the realize that the world is not all sunshine and rainbows.
I realized its a gaint hole.
As a child we are taught to shoot for the stars and reach for the sky.
As an adult all im shooting for is the surface.
I have fallen into a hole that doesn't have a entrance nor a exit.
I can't seem to find the way out.
The farther I get, the clearer things become.
The basic concepts to life start to become irrelevant.  
I've meet many souls down in the hole.
But they all must leave for i have given them the light to find the way out.
When i leave the hole i will either be a changed soul or a pile of ash.
For i can only survive in told darkness for so long.
So along the journey i hope to find my light so i can find my way out of the hole.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Do I still take your breath away or has that power expired?
Leave me to my own devices because I’m growing tired
And for a little while you lead me to believe you’re done
Until the moment I start losing interest in which direction your feet run
And I say I no longer care but we both know it isn’t true
Honestly I do not give a ****...
About anything except you
The only thing ricocheting against my set of bones
Is your name bouncing like drumsticks on xylophones
For once I get to perform our song
Music to my lonely ears
Skeleton an instrument producing every note brain hears
Have my mutilated perception record melody
When finished play it over so I can sing off-key
And leave on your doorstep to remind you of what we had
When I am done realize I still feel just as sad
And screams bottled up press on the walls of my insides
Threatening to expose the place heartache hides
Slide shapeless secrets even deeper down the *****
Drowning damaged moments in a mess of distraction and dope
One
Two
Three
I count numbers to ground racing thoughts
Break the anxious flow in a failed attempt to untangle mental knots
I will go to extreme lengths to relieve madness in my mind
Waiting for comfort desperately needed but can never seem to find
And my own flesh torments with mocking memories
Using tattooed ink for leverage to ridicule and tease
A traitor amongst body parts equally writhing in despair
Breath inhaling solitude coursing through the stagnant air
Lifeless eyes exhausted from overwhelming cruelty they view
You put up careful facades but ******* is easy to see through
X-rays of faithful adoration reveal commitment a disguise
Well-rehearsed remorse when stripped is nothing more than lies
And crumpled promises fill the trash can with empty words you said
Same old disappointment cuts
Blood staining hands bright red
Stomach full of excuses violently crammed down my throat
Those plus dead butterflies swell causing my tummy to bloat
My heart now lies in throbbing pieces scattered across bottom of my soul
In the exact spot you used to reside within my chest is now an unfathomable hole
This one needed to get out of my broken *** heart
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
A soul so precious it's aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all he has lost

He is rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Healed with one kiss from him effortlessly

But now he wears armor over his own skin
Preventing new love from seeping in
And I don't think I can break through to his soul
Without ripping a gigantic unmendable hole
I want to see what's inside
Fraser Wiseman Nov 2020
jeans sell for more
with a stone wash
stretching and tearing
gives straight legs
like you a hole
lot more soul
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