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CJ Mar 2019
The most hurtful pain
is the one without expression.

The most hurtful loneliness
is that I still love you
Forgive me, I still can't forget you...
Abhijeeth Feb 2019
**** I feel lonely,
everyone is a phoney.
Nobody understands me,
nobody can stand me.

All I see is fake smiles,
big words full of lies,
big world full of liars,
pretenders and deniers.

Go on, keep pretending,
like your life has meaning.
Go on, carry on with the fake praise,
pretending to care is the new craze.

When the going gets tough man,
the pretenders forget you, ****.
You are all alone in this world,
most bitter truth I have ever heard.

Maybe I am being a bit harsh,
maybe my words are a bit rash.
But **** I feel lonely,
I have no one who loves me.
PenNameBree-Z Feb 2019
I feel things so deeply
Sometimes it's like I'm screaming
But in some strange language
That no one else knows.

I have nothing more to offer
But who I am.
And daily I am reminded
That it will never be enough.

I get more lonely every day.
Everyone around me gets quieter
And the voices in my head
are only growing louder

Reminding me that I will lose everyone.
That I have never been enough
And will always be too much.
That I am... ultimately, unlovable.

No one can hear me anymore.
As I sink beneath the sea of tears
And the darkness feels so
welcoming...

The more time that passes...
The more life I seem to waste...
The more it hurts...
The less I want to live.

I wish I was braver.
I wish my path had shapped me
And made me stronger.
Instead it's left me lost, alone, and broken.

And I just don't want to feel things anymore
allison Feb 2019
It's crazy how much your heart can feel for a person,
the intensity grows like crashing waves,
the care seeps into your bloodstream, intoxicating the mind,
each day you wake up yearning and begging for more of that feeling.

You want this person to feel that same intensity,
the waves, the coursing care throughout their bloodstream.
You want them to feel for you the way you feel for them,
you want their mind to be just as intoxicated.

But alas, for she is prettier than thou.
He goes for her and leaves your mind askew,
for both of your best friends are now in love,
leaving you to your own pit of despair and tragedy.

No matter how many nights you wish,
how many nights you cry because of the intoxication,
you still hope your hearts will one day intertwine and become one,
you hope your wishes and prayers will be answered.

For there is no greater power than love,
there is no greater power than what your heart desires,
thus the crashing waves continue to crash,
and the care still seeps into your bloodstream.

The intoxication that is occurring in your mind builds up,
the bottle of emotions becoming more full with each passing day,
the intensity still grows,
the sadness still follows.

It's crazy how the heart can make you care so much for someone,
but it also leaves you so broken.
And no matter how hard you try, the waves still crash,
the care still seeps into your bloodstream,
and that care still intoxicates your mind.

Leaving you just as broken as you were before,
because of your two closest confidants,
whose hearts intertwined and left you alone,
alone with this bottle of emotions and an intoxicated mind that you can't control.

It's crazy what the heart can do to the mind.
CJ Feb 2019
Pages
of unspoken sadness
hidden between each page

Paragraphs
of loneliness
present after every line

Sentences
full of desperation
only adding to the fire

Words
of harsh insults
only repeated in each line

An unpublished book
only hidden among the
weak and innocent...
The only book, I would always read...
Athu Jan 2019
In the vast yellow sea
I awoke from a shallow slumber
At the horizon the golden sphere breaks the darkness
Colors of light hide the dotted sky
Alone, colors of light warm my shivering heart
Omar Jan 2019
The moon got drunk

and missed the show

that starless saturday night

while I was freezing

on the park bench

circles of smoke

around my head

heaps of ashes

at my feet

writing a merry christmas

postcard to you
B Elizabeth G Jan 2019
Ticking of the clock.
Incessant noise that hits the eardrum.
The room spins.
Will it ever stop?
Darkness, thick as mud
Oozing slowly, steadily.
It engulfs everything.
Falling into its black pit.
Every second of the plummet, an hour.
Suffocation creeps in.
Pinching.
Squeezing
Smothering.
No breath welcome here.
In this black hole.
This empty space.
This void.
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