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chichee Oct 2018
Two years later and
I'm still writing poems about what it would feel like to
strangle you in your sleep,
Just so you'd know how it feels.

I still wake up some nights,
choking
on that time you said
if you could be anyone you'd crawl into my skin
and live in it,
if only so you could call me crazy
and know you were right.

(Only in my dreams do I tell you
that was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me)


Sometimes I forget my bed is a time machine,
turning scar to scab and scab to blood.
I'm a magic trick, I'm a razor blade,
turn me sideways and watch them
disappear.
To the people who only talk to me in my memories.
Jade Quirk Oct 2018
It’s still 2am!
2 AM stuck in the same zone again
I’m in a room full of louding echos
Thoughts I simply can’t let go
I’m quite sure the world is upside down
And some people’s smiles are starting to frown.
As I lay awaking with an open head,
I’m letting moments spill over the bed
Flooding the floor.
As more memories pore
And I am alone no more.
Time pulls me back and I sink
Tumbling off realities brink.
When times rewinds it’s awing sight
One is quietly assuring, “It will be alright,
we’ll be alright.”
Wow it’s 2 am.
Then I want to sleep ;)

Late, late night in bed it is hard to feel okay. When the thoughts can drown you.when I just want to go to sleep. But sometimes hope assures me just to go to sleep.
PsycheSpeaks Aug 2018
There is a moment where in your life
you realize all of this-
all the possessions and "things"
have no real meaning

And that our existence is fluid
and that bodies are just shells-
and that pride and wealth
don't matter either

It is at this moment
we are left uncertain
of why we work hard
what are we working towards?

I think many of us
are still searching for happiness
among worldly acquisitions
rather than finding it inside ourselves

Looking for a key to meaning
but what if there is no such key
and what if there is no such meaning?
BWriter Dec 2017
I'm only human I know I’m not perfect,
Maybe the curses gifted to me were on purpose,
Maybe to suffer pain is my purpose,
But I'm still alive,
Refuse to lose to my pride,
That'll be Lucifer in your eyes,
I got a feeling that her heart isn't pure,
Or maybe I'm just being insecure,
But it's bugging me I got to know for sure,
My inner thoughts conflicted,
I remain dismissive,
It's indicative of how I cope with the stress,
I close myself away have you guess,
What's the weight bearing on my chest?
But at the same time I realise I'm blessed,
So what am I talking about?
What do I have to be depressed about?
I'm a misfit of society,
I blend in with those who hired me,
They're going to be the same ones that fired me,
But that will light a fire within me,
I've got a heart of a demon that's dreaming,
To be free of the heathen,
Just give me a reason to keep breathing,
And I’ll keep believing,
That there's a better way,
I might even pray,
The only I thing I ask for is to have Mercy on me,
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