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Parker Mar 2019
this is the type of lost where you feel like killing yourself
it’s a lonesome feeling and you can’t even bother asking for help
who would you ask anyways
the depression just perseveres for days
you aren’t any part of who you used to be
you keep telling yourself you should leave
maybe running away will bring you to an understanding
you just don’t get why your emotions are so demanding
this is the type of lost that makes it hard to breathe
it’s a lonesome feeling that drowns you in your grief
you just want it to stop
please make it stop...
Eleanor Sinclair Mar 2019
For a moment I felt okay
Euphoric, even, in every way
But it can’t last forever
The next day the pain is back and once again we are severed
Eleanor Sinclair Feb 2019
I’m sorry my love
But it has to be done
The clouds have moved in
I’m no longer your sun
My heart is aching
At the thought of what was
My will is breaking
...
I’ve just had enough
Eleanor Sinclair Feb 2019
The waves crashed as my knees buckled so straight
I could hear my inner thoughts screaming “it’s already too late!”
The water, so jagged and blunt with force
Threw me and my mind fully off course
The amplitude had ceased yet the water remained
No matter how hard I tried some parts were not drained
I suppose to me you’re like the droplets of water
Those little bits that aren’t really a bother
But no matter what I know that they’re there
I really feel them when my soul is quite bare
And no matter how I try to dry them
They have become a part of me like a flower to its stem
Eleanor Sinclair Feb 2019
Of all the art in the world
Nothing compared to you
I sold my soul looking for the paints you used
Yet in the end it was just as well
I was nothing but charcoal whereas you were pastel
Eleanor Sinclair Feb 2019
Another day goes by where I ask myself why I continue to live this miserable life
**** me
Vinyldarling Feb 2019
being lonely can be wonderful
but being lonely can be terrible

when all I want to do is escape into your arms
and breathe in your scent
so I can soothe myself

but also be home alone
so I can listen to my own music
and take up the whole bed
Eleanor Sinclair Feb 2019
You act so kind and caring
But you’re really quite cruel and daring
You push the limits of life
And play with the edge of the knife
I was merely a pawn in your game
You made me fall for your name
But were you the man I grew to know?
Looking now at your face, I don’t think so
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