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lia jay Mar 2020
So, no this isn’t a poem today.
This is me trying to reach out.
I feel so alone
And I need someone
To talk to.
Please help
I’m running out of time..
If anyone is willing to just sit down and talk to me for a minute or two please msg me. I could really use a friend...
ThatBrokenOne Jan 2019
I have feeling, I know I must have
But they are not here, not that I know of
I don't feel anything, I must be dead inside
Or they are just turned off, shipped to the other side

I don't know where to look for them
The must have left me, I don't hear the anthem
Am I going deaf
Or did I breath my last breath

Where to go
Where to look
Without guiding
Without a path to walk

It's dark inside
It's dark outside
I must have set my feeling aside
To live or to die, is what I must decide
yellow soul Jul 2018
His childhood went up in smoke when his mom got sick
He found out, he could hide in that little cloud of smoke,
he made, when he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette.  
He lost the girl of his dream, because of the smoke
that went down to his lungs, out of his mouth and into her hair.
He tried to show her, that he needed her help by make smoke signals,
because he had heard that that’s the way to ask for help,
when its serious and nobody is around.
She never noticed his cry for help in the smoke.
his life went up in smoke.
yellow soul Jun 2018
It’s summer vacation No school, no anything,
But I can’t relax, I can’t be happy
I’m feeling like packing up my things,
and moving to the other side of the world
I’m so sick and tired of
the same people, the same school,
and the same rumors,
I’m caught in this small town where everyone knows everyone,
Every single day I feel like running far away
Like to a forest, and just scream,
scream so loud, and so long
Scream until my lungs are out of air,
And I pass out on the cold hard ground,
in a river of my own tears,
I’m caught in a relationship with a person I don’t love,
But I can’t cope with hurting him,
so, I just smile and act like nothing is wrong,
even though I cry inside all the time,
it’s getting clear to me that I don’t have any friends
at least no anyone that really care about me
not anyone that knows me,
but that’s because I keep everything to myself
they think I’m pretty and funny,
that’s the reason why to boys love me,
and the girls hate me.
I’m so messed up,
I don’t know how to be happy anymore,
I don’t even care for what my parents say,
I get drunk on school days,
I’m basically the kid my parents always told me to stay away from,
And I would love to, but I can’t,
Because the place I’m caught most of all,
Is in my head,
Me and my summer depression.
King Bacon Nov 2014
I’m having black thoughts again,
my eyes are flinching,
my skin is peeling,
my brain is bleeding,
those memories are coming back again.

my eyes are sweating,
my skin is drying,
my brain is breathing,
I’m having black thoughts again.

— The End —