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I was healing,
The wounds were healing,
The tears had stopped,
The demons had fallen to sleep,
The blood had dried up,
So had the pillows,
I was healing.
But then,
I picked at the scabs,
And I bled again,
And it left behind
A scar.
I was healing,
But now I can't.
I was healing,
But now I have scars.
I was healing,
But not anymore.
The wound healed and closed up, but the scar remained.

©Semicolon
Semicolon Sep 15
And maybe,
I wrote your name
On my heart
In pen
Which is why
I can't erase it.
I remember how you used to be such a big part of my life,
And now you're just gone.
We were meant to be burning bright,
And now we've been incinerated to ashes.
This is not how we planned it, is it?
Oh, now I know why they say
It's all so unpredictable.

©Semicolon
Semicolon Sep 10
You're more than
the blade to your wrist,
than the noose to your neck,
than the sleeping pills to your lips,
than the pen to your suicide note,
than the footsteps to the edge of your windowsill,
than the 'broken' to your 'dreams',
than the 'bruised' to your 'heart',
than the 'troubled' to your soul,
than the 'pained' to you.
You're much more than that,
I promise.
"Suicide would never end the pain, it'd just give the pain to someome else."

I love you
I care for you
I always will
I'm there for you
I will always be.

Please always try and help people out of their mess. Today, on 10th September, 2018, World Suicide Prevention Day, I promise to love every troubled soul out there. Do you?

©Semicolon
Semicolon Sep 5
When you cross my mind,
do you look both ways?
I hope you do, because it's cold and dark
and dangerous in here;
look out, so you won't trip and fall over
a large chunk of my love for you.

©Semicolon
Semicolon Sep 3
In the end, even
wilted and withered roses,  
are, well, roses too.
Broken doesn't mean not beautiful;
don't let broken mean not beautiful.

©Semicolon
Semicolon Aug 26
My family hangs on loose threads.
My family's not broken,
But darn me if it's any better.
My mom tells me
That the only reason she's in this relationship
Is for my sake.
I laugh and laugh and laugh.
Mom, as if this relationship is of any good to me.
I want to run away,
Away and away and away,
But then, I'm the only one actually stitched deep into this family,
And not just standing there for the sake of its existence.
No, I'm not a child of a broken home,
I'm a child of a house hanging loose.

© Semicolon
Semicolon Aug 25
Dreaming in roses,
Living in thorns.
"like the sky
my beloved is everywhere
but next to me"
– Rupi Kaur

©Semicolon
Semicolon Aug 22
Oh dear,
I still save
the last bite
for you.
But what hurts the most is you're never coming back home, to me.

©Semicolon
Abby U Aug 20
I want this be heard
It’s so much more than just a word
Or punctuation,
It’s a clarification.

For people who lost hope,
Were searching for rope.
People whose best friends
Were blades that could have been the end.

Searching for purpose starts
With a beating heart,
And for every heartbeat through the pain,
That’s a heartbeat that you gain.

Stay alive, it’s worth it, I promise.
Stay alive for me.
Stay alive for yourself.
Just stay alive.

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Semicolon Aug 15
The length
of my skirt
does not determine
my consent.
No means no.

(This write up is mine but not exactly mine. I read a related quote somewhere– which wasn't exactly this but somewhat related– and then I thought of this)
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