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eden May 4
my tongue tastes like melancholy
a reason to stay ill
lay in bed until 6pm because
i don't feel ******* real

maybe im plastic
maybe im glass
maybe you should just
take that stick out of your ***
depression b like lol
how long can you stare at a picture before realising it will never stare back again
if it turns out he's dead imfolowing
max Mar 27
Stupid

Dumb

Why am I here

Gross

Idiot

Stop talking
I ******* hate adhd, it makes me sound like an idiot, you all make me feel like I'm stupid. I'm sorry I'm not the brightest, I'm sorry I'm not the smartest, I can't focus like everyone else I can't understand the simplist ****, I'm sorry, im trying but it's hard
Sameer Omles Mar 22
You are something silly,
You are something else,
No matter what they talk **** about you,
And  you don't need to be one of them.
You will remain something unique in your own way...

©sameeromles
Brumous Mar 18
I want to be as happy people can be, and hide this lonely me

To take a quill,
And write a story,
Then find my real identity.
WiltingMoon Mar 16
I ache,
I scream,
But never shall you see nor hear.
Voices in my head crack and break,
But you will never hear me stutter when i speak.
Its a cures to be able to remember the past,
To remember the thoughts.
The details of those night alone.
The wall felling like they are closing in ready to crush what little strength i held close.
A life time i thought the voices would take, claming it as there own, never to let me or anyone else forget.
Almost I handed it to them on a platter made of fear and tears.
Almost did walk to the place where i would never be found again.
Almost...
That life time is still going strong.
Those voice tho still present, not as loud.
And the aches and the screams are still felt and heard,
But...
Washed away by the light, the little strength that was left.
Slowly... finding peace in life.
I asked her, why?

Why she couldn't hold my gaze
Despite the indescribable connection we feel for one another.

And she told me
That we were like two sides of the moon
Always longing, but never meant to even see each other.

And nothing good would come from the fight to understand
The fight to see one another.

The fight to stay alive as two halves of each other.

For we do not complete us
We love so deeply we swallow ourselves whole
Trying so desperately to have more of what we cannot have.

We are two polarities
And we cannot co-exist together
Not like this.

I bid her farewell
Leaving her only in my thoughts and in the sky
That I often see her in.

The moon never seemed so dark as it rushed  to four quarters
Of what it used to be.

-Kore
I love women <3
I'm laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling. You're staying in my head, and I can't shake these feelings.

My every word and deed, confesses that you are my need; love has sown her seed, and from it roots my heart bleeds.

I'm laying in my bed, while you're laying in my head, and so this tragedy begins. Might someone please rid Shakespeare of his pen, and let this story come to its end?

The tempest winds are blowing strong, I am slowing falling down; I feel that I am suffocating underneath water, but I can't seem to drown.

My heart can't get any sleep, causes it speeds up its beat, when I tell you that I love you... but you don't repeat.

I am staring at the ceiling, imagining that you are staring back, and for now... I am content with that.
Max Jan 20
Feeling empty is much different from what people think it is
It feels like the blood had been drained from me
From the tips of my toes, to the top of my head
I feel as if there is a gaping hole in me
A hot air balloon running out of air, with no clue where the hole is to patch

I’ve tried filling the emptiness
But it’s more than a hole of emptiness
It’s a vortex, a black hole
It will take and take but will never be satisfied
Because satisfaction was never the end game for it.

I am a vortex
I want to fill my emptiness
So I drag others and items and anything close to me
Because I keep thinking “This will make me happy, this will satisfy me”
And yet each time, I forget about the item, I hurt the person, and I hurt myself.

I hope someday, I’ll meet another vortex, because maybe two of us will make things better
Or maybe that will just be more destructive
Who knows.

To anyone who I cross paths with:
I’m sorry you must now rebuild the land that is your mind
That you must now reconstruct that thing that was your heart
I will never be able to satisfy your need for my apology
Because the only satisfaction, is for my vortex to end.
I’m not sure how to do that.
Vixx Jan 7
Your my rock
you know that right?
i’ll be your rock too
it’s just that i’m eroding
haha not feeling it today bois
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