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SB Jan 2019
Heart ripped out of chest
I love you on my breath
The quiet kills
Your softness sears
You break.
I break.
We all fall down.
H Jan 2019
i thought my mind was at ease
i thought it was all better
but my heart still aches
and peace is disturbed..
heart in my throat
my chest hurts
the sadness is heavy
pressing against my body
the pain wants to rip out of my skin
relapsing
the pain still stings
but a little less
-E Jan 2019
I'm in so much f.cking pain
Depression running through my veins
I wish I could fly so high
And then just let myself fall and die

I wish I was different
Not so many imperfections
I wish I could open my mouth and scream
All this dying dreams
Is it all in my mind
Is it just me
Or is it mankind?

What the f.ck is going on
I'm trying to stay strong
But I'm always wrong
Now my soul is gone

Tired
Fu....d up
Dead inside.
Written by Lily
Maddison Newman Jan 2019
You told me that you hate yourself
And if I was honest with you

Sometime I hate you too
Not all of you, though...

Just this thing that’s pulled a veil over your eyes
Creating grey clouds in every blue sky

That’s wasting time entertaining fruit flies
Whilst feasting upon slowly rotting insides

These dark parts that have invaded
Now makes your soul cry...

I’ve never met someone so in need of insecticides
larajill Jan 2019
i used to be so happy
when you were here
but that has changed
cause now you aren‘t near
SophiaAtlas Jan 2019
I'm falling
Slowly
Falling
Into a deep black space
Nothing there
No one cares
That i'm
Falling
Dying
Inside
I smile
It pains me
I can't speak
I can't
It hurts
So silent's
My last resort.
she was gone

before i could even tell her,
that her voice was loud enough,
and the way she colored me
never matched anyone’s.

the missed years
and wasted sunsets
now sit across the table,
mocking me into submission.

there was a lot i could’ve done for her.
it now rests upon my shoulder,
they form like alien letters
and weigh like blood.

the legends are real,
listen - i know now.
there is nothing heavier
than bearing who you were everyday.
this is the year to be free. please please, if you’re still hurting - i hurt with you, and so know that i guess it’s okay to get better. we will get better. happy new year, poets. may our love never die.
Keegan Jan 2019
I'm writing a poem to my therapist
To tell her what I cant say.
To explain the emptiness that I feel,
The pain I feel everyday.

I'm writing a poem to my therapist
To tell her what I cant say.
To explain my hatred for myself,
The way that nothing feels okay.

I'm writing a poem to my therapist
To tell her what I cant say.
To explain my missing motivation,
The way I can't do anything any way.

I wrote a poem to my therapist
To tell her what I couldn't say.
To explain the twists of my mind,
The truth behind the facade I portray.
A poem I wrote to my therapist to explain .
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