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Dark skies spill on me like black ink
To much to speak
To much to keep
There is no swim
Only sink
Stuck in the undertow of shiit creek
Can't plug the leak
No avoiding the brink
That comes in a blink
Don't peak
If the will is weak
Or the soul is meek
No hope left
For what I seek

©2025
Aaamour 2d
oh these mirrors lie
they give me false hope and I fly
people around me always judge
I don’t know why they have this grudge
among hair too short, nose too long
her compliment felt like a song
my stupid heart mistook it for love
now I carry my broken heart in a glove
before I was just an ugly person
now am still ugly but an unloved version
oh these mirrors never lied
am realising this after everything died
I should have accepted me first
even though I was the worst
mirrors never lied
And now I have died
Ayla Grey Jun 26
What are you supposed to say
when you run out of words
Teary eyes to the sky
Only silence to be heard

What am I supposed to say
When words don't even come close
To the mountain highs and weary skies
When I'm left without a single verse

What am I supposed to do
When my brain becomes an empty room
When my heart plays out it's final chord
Not even my soul speaks my truth
Arpitha Jun 24
Black and withered
Condemned to hell
Nothing to care for
Nobody to live for

Lost beyond redemption
Charred beyond recognition
Pile of broken bones
Leaving behind a trail of discarded hopes

Soulless spirit
Wandering the earth
Darkness the only friend
Death the only end
blackbiird Jun 23
is but a void filled with never ending nightmares
and ghosts of people who cease to exist.
where does it end?
where does it begin?

humanity has failed us
time and time again
the void closes in
until eventually we are all lost
to the darkness.

and we cease to exist.
Matt Jun 23
I find myself falling (Again, Again, Again)
I do not mean to fall—
(but the ground keeps tilting beneath me.)
I do not mean to want—
(but the air is thick with something sweet, intoxicating.)
I do not mean to hope—
(but their laughter sounds like a promise.)

I meet a stranger / and suddenly / my heart is writing love letters in invisible ink.
I hear a voice / and suddenly / my ribs tighten like a corset, squeezing out logic.
I brush fingertips / and suddenly / I am rewriting the stars for a future that does not exist.

It happens too fast—
(like a storm that appears from a clear sky, no warning, no mercy.)
It happens too often—
(like déjà vu, like a carousel that never stops spinning.)
It happens without permission—
(like waking up in a dream you did not ask for.)

I do not love them—
(not really, not fully, not yet.)
But my heart does not understand the difference between a spark and a wildfire.

And so I burn.
And burn.
And burn.

Only to find myself—
(again, again, again)
sifting through the ashes.
Emophilia is an addiction to love. For me, I spent most of high-school hopelessly falling for crushes and being physically incapable of doing anything to stop myself from falling.
Going through hell and it's going through me,                                                              ­                                                        afraid  to go on or stop completely                                                       ­   I trudge through this place, pain etched on my face                           The  devil is happy today                                                            ­                Want  to end it all and I want it all to end                                                              ­                                                               No  one to turn to, no loyal friends                                                          ­            I am going to break, I can no longer bend                                                             ­                                                  The  devil is happy today                                                            ­                  I  have depression, depression has me                                                               like a black cloud with no silver lining                                                           ­    taking me in ,all-encompassing                                                ­                      The devil is happy today                                                            ­                           I look in the mirror and hate who I see ,                                                             someone I don't recognize as me                                                               ­       I have no purpose, I'm a tragedy                                                          ­            The devil is happy today
I wrote this 2012 after a serious bout of depression, I am much healthier now & very thankful. To all those who are still suffering, I get it. Hang in there.
Aaamour Jun 20
Sleepless nights
Never ending thoughts
All of my life lost
Reminding time never stops

Heart full of love
Mind filled with pain
Too late now to express
All of it goes in vain

Unsent letters, Lay by my side
Once filled with love
Now fills me with pain
To get out of this, I can't find a way

Starts, I see in the sky
Shining even when it's dark
Telling me it's fine
To be better next time



I am shining too

I reply
 no one sees me shining

in these vast skies

The room is dark and cold
Slowly sleep unfolds
To wake up in the morning again
With nothing to gain
Kyla Jun 17
better is the biggest fairy tale of all time
the mirage in the desert before
a promised land i’ll never reach,
predestined to dwell in the wilderness
with my gloom my doom
i run i move in search of better
i cut i purge i cry
i therapy i forgive i help i give
i try
yet still better eludes me
John Fadipe Jun 11
Scathing reality
Humbled by hunger
Unsated I perish
Promises shattered
Bustling with dreams now hollow a hive
Am I doing enough to survive?
This aligns with the harsh realities of life in Nigeria for the average youth in recent times.
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