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Aya Jun 2017
she doesn't wanna remember
the last December
there was quiet on the wind
it was as cold as his soul
The girl looked alive
but her heart had holes
she thought she could survive
but it all began in September
she fell in love that she couldn't handle
Dolefully, the boy was a good pretender
All she asked for is to hold his hands all night
to make love until the sun rise
she lived a lie she couldn't get out of it alive
she was unsure anymore if it's love or addiction
she faced a lot of years of adversity
maybe she loved the devil she had became
everyday she felt more vulnerable
she felt normal about feeling the pain
she became a psychopath with no shame
she started doing her bad habits every night
but who could she blame?
something in her beauty ain't right
is the guy who broke her heart we could blame
or love is just a losing game?
she kept thinking..
is this the life she wanted to live?
is this the person she wanted to love?
She knew inside there's still the good person she used to be
she knew what happened to her was a lesson she wouldn't repeat
she was like a lost girl wanted to trick and treat to get some sweet
but never had it anyways
she couldn't find way back home
kept thinking if it's possible to **** feelings..?
As a young adult coming up into a world ablaze, it's hard to find guidance, wisdom and true help.
Everyone literally has problems weight upon there shoulders so heavy making it almost impossible to lend a helping hand.
It feels wrong to try and get something off your chest knowing someone's going through way worst things then you are.
Most heard saying out of my 22 years is " this is life and it ain't pretty."
Hearing this from my elders hurts because all it is telling me is that I shouldn't care about the pain the stress the feeling of being so close to death when all I want is to truly live a life of joy.
" I've been there it'll get better, keep your head up"
Tips on staying positive
Tips on ways to free the pain
To lift the stress to truly free yourself from depression.
It's hard to find
Nowadays everyone's just trying to stay a float as if we're all on the Titanic waiting for the iceberg to emerge.
"Wake up!, Stay awake!, Believe in thou self as you will become the man you needed coming up"
Thank you
I appreciate being able to come to a place where I can express myself. It's hard to talk to anyone nowadays knowing your old friends are either in college or working mad hours as yourself. I truly hope that one day everything will get better and people as one will come together.
Pacificp May 2017
He Is On With His As Usual.. LIFE
But He's struggling Even Today..
Sometimes Feels Strong, Sometimes Weak..
This Is He's Least Favorite.. LIFE
He Lost Everything For Some'..
But Why He Did Not Stop He's Tears For You
Love..
He Lost Her In Light..
The Light Of Tears Of Ocean​
As These Memories Stays So Vivid..
Just Like He Can't Remember Stuff From
Last Week..
Those Moments..
They Started To Stare Back At Him...
Moments He Doesn't Remember Them..
But They Remember Him..
As He Just Turn Around.. And There They Are..
STARING..
As This Is He's Least Favorite Life..
   -Pacific_P
Ha, don't get me started
At first it was jokes about who farted
Then became jokes about who coughed on the tree
Ha, at first it was football then skipping school and breaking rules
Getting good grades but stayed barely in tune....
What happened?
Friends?
Is it because it has end at the end of a word so bleak that it could never be true because
Definition states that friends are those who are close..
But now we're just split and distant like ghost who float on our on clouds
Breaking are own rules
No longer skipping school to get high...
Now were at work everyday trying to get by, while some stick to telling lies like I don't get high no more...Ha, friends what happened man,bro,homie,dog,og?
I guess friends do come to an end like the drop of this text box type style ink pen............
Julie Grenness Dec 2016
After Armageddon, what will survive?
Only Keith Richards will be alive!
Yes, there'll only be Keith Richards,
Pickled by drugs and drunkards,
So, what world will we leave old Keith,
As the world is covered by nuclear wreaths?
Feedback welcome. Bit of sort of giggle, sort of.
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