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Wanderer Sep 27
The smoke licks my fingertips
as I light the cigar
a fix of nicotine on a bad day
a way to keep the bad thoughts at bay
A long pull fills my mouth
with a bitter taste of artificial grape
A low for me I guess you could call it
A hypocrite I guess you could call me
Lovely Sep 20
My feet are on the ground, I swear.
But I'm not moving anywhere.
My lungs say that I'm breathing.
But when did my heart stop beating?
I don't know who I am.
Or who I used to be before.
I broke me in a thousand pieces.
Now someome tell me, how am I to fix this?
I can't try and help me because I know,
Only time can heal but it's running out.
Tell me how to feel.
How to feel okay.
Someone tell me how
Because I don't know how.
I've been feeling pretty low.
Ever since the day I dug my heart's grave.
I've been feeling pretty low.
My empty heart is bruised.
Broke down my walls for him.
And though I'm six feet under, my anxiety is taking over.
Noone can try and help me because I know.
Only time can heal but it ran out.
Tell me how to feel.
How to feel okay.
Someone tell me how.
Because I don't know how.
I've been feeling pretty low.
Ever since the day I dug my heart's grave.
I've been feeling pretty low.
Although I'm six feet under, my anxiety is taking over.
sushii Sep 1
When you’re little, everyone thinks you’re special...
When you’re twenty, everyone thinks you’re promising...
And when you’re dead, everyone will love you.

Do you see yourself as successful?
Beautiful?
Charming, even?

Well, I see you dead in a bathtub...
Surrounded by drug paraphernalia.
I see your mother crying for you...
Syringe in her arm to take away pain.

Do you see yourself as a failure?
Disgusting?
Horrid, even?

Why, don’t think of yourself that way...
You’ll be alright.
There is no storm...
Just calm, just the eye...

When you’re little, they beat you.
When you’re twenty, you’re hopeless.
And when you’re dead, you’re saved.

Is the drive boring?
Tiring?
Numbing, even?

It’s okay, just fall asleep...
You’re not responsible anyway.
It’s fine, go to sleep...
You’ll be unresponsive, anyway.

When you’re low, it’s blue.
When you’re high, it’s full.
When you’re dead, you’ll finally be numb.
"If, to me, you’ll reach when low,"

Says the Spirit,

"I’ll help you grow."
Neha Sharma Aug 22
"I love you!" He uttered with his low voice holding my hand in his hand.

It was 28 May 2019.
My lover committed his love..
KM Hanslik Aug 2
One for the road
isn't enough to dull the thirst anymore;
you feel it in your chest,
I feel it in the pains in my lower back
when I try to reach for my dignity
they always place it on the highest shelf
my self-esteem too low to reach
so I guess I'll resort to using my teeth.
Low
There’s a coffin buried inside of me,
Boxing the bones of a child.
Whispering a temptation to me,
Killing every part of me.
Creeping behind like a shadow,
That no longer belongs to me.
There is something here controlling me,
I am not alone in my own body.

Drop down a ******,
for me to climb into.
Open up my old womb,
And breathe life into the new.
Let me eat your human sacrifice,
So I can gain a new life.
Wash this evil beneath my skin,
So I can start all over again.

I am dying everyday
Slowly slipping away.
Sinking lower than low,
This is my new low.
Ikigai Poet Jul 6
When becoming happy feels like Nostalgia,
When there were good old days  
And now the present seems so boring.  
That's when you know you're going down.

What a feeling it is  
When you can feel bees buzzing inside your chest
And feel the stomach turning to stone
Your heart no more beats with an intention to keep you alive.  
That's when you know you're hollow
That's when you know you're going down.  

What a feeling it is
When you spend the whole day sitting  
And staring outside the window,
When you go to bed every night for sleeping  
But your eyes are wide awake.
That's when you know you're alone
That's when you know you're going down.  

- Ikigai Poet
mannat airi Jun 28
My thoughts are getting older
day by day,
minute by minute,
second by second.
They are getting older and
I can see them fading away,
my vision is getting blurry,
my feelings are shattering.

Slowly my thoughts are getting older
and I am losing myself.
now I need you to find me because I am in darkness and I learning to love myself there.
but still, I hope you to see through my smile that,
my thoughts are getting older
day by day,
minute by minute,
second by second.
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