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Zoe G Feb 2019
Well I’ve made a few mistakes,
Got myself in to some ****** mess,
Now I’m paying what I should pay,
And I’m waiting for my last day.
You would have thought that I am brave, And that I can stand when the world collapse,
Then I’m a perfect person to tell you that,
In reality,
I am lying on the ground,
With a bomb grown into my side.
People were always saying that I am so strong and happy no matter what, well my reality is quite different.
Sarah Feb 2019
Shrink me
Cut me into bite sized pieces
Anything to make me palatable
Make me who I am not
And then we can both move on
Emma Pals Feb 2019
Snowy white Saturday morning.
All is calm and peaceful.
As the big flakes of snow drift down,
They give the ground a big blanket
Everything is so peaceful

Despite the stillness of the world,
Thoughts, still, destroy everything tranquil.
Minds filled with terrible thoughts,
Ideas that demolish all things good.

The snow falls white on the earth.
Blood spills from tired veins,
Turning crisp white snow to a ****** mess.
Red hot blood thaws the frozen snow-covered earth.

Sleeping peacefully, covered by the snowy blanket,
No more thoughts, no more ideas.
A final breath on a
Snowy white Saturday morning.
The snow is falling outside and apparently so am I so here's this piece I wrote this morning
sincerely shells Feb 2019
what have i done, it
started with good intentions,
but now i have none
Lynnia Feb 2019
Writing is my only hope
The pen’s blood-ink, it stains my throat
There’s no one there to fawn or dote
Surrounded by my poison moat
Isolated by the fray
Shackled wrists, I’m locked away
They stick around for just a day
Then turn and leave me where I lay
Draining; all I do is try
Sinking as they pass me by
Sometimes you just have to cry
But tears won’t come—I wonder why
My words are all I’ve got and less
For looks alone don’t pass the test
Hot, I’m not, just a hot mess
They like me, but don’t like me best
larni Feb 2019
i spend too much time on my makeup
to let you mess up my mascara
couldn't think of a title...
Mary Feb 2019
Piles of books and papers scattered over the floor
I can no longer see the carpet
***** dishes and empty fast food containers on every surface
Two desks on either side of an already narrow doorway
make it almost impossible to enter your world
of homework and YouTube and video games
Our office is a ******* mess
And you are perfect in it
Humble Feb 2019
My room is like my mind
In order now,
Chaotic next,  
A continuous cycle of beauty and mess
Brandon Conway Feb 2019
Life is a soup
and I am a fork
how life slips
and drips on the floor

Yeah, it’s a mess
RUBY STYLES Feb 2019
its weird to live
where past and future pulls you
in  its black hole
emptying every essence of you
like you are nothing.

its weird to live
where original
is covered with fakes
and being original are
labelled as freaks

its weird to live
where people look
at your mistakes
when the already have
loads of their own.

but its beautiful
to live in the world
where words help me
to escape my own truth
and find peace

its beautiful
that even though life
seems meaningless and purposeless
the meaning of some collective words
makes living purposeful.

RUBY..........
hey writers ........ i am a 17 years old mess and i need a help
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