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The grounds seem wet
like the last layer of a years flood
or the beginning of a light drizzle
I cannot tell, I cannot tell

-Kaya
Jasmine Reid Apr 2017
'Giving up' is a saying. But so many know that it is life's tow.
We fight, we play, and we yell horray.
Our days filled with youth and joy and other stuff.
But when you grow up and are caught in deaths trap, you'll realise, it's a bluff.
We are born, and we live a life, but then we die.
So really...

We Were Born To Die.
Cycle Of Life.
Life then Death.
David Hall Apr 2017
of all the million moments
that make up a life,
the ones I shared with you
will be what flash before my eyes
at the end of it all.
Jasmine Reid Apr 2017
She was quiet & sad.
As life dragged.
Nose filled with snot, and the tears wouldn't stop.
She didn't know where she was going.
As her ocean was flowing.
*Why not abide to suicide?
Jasmine Reid Apr 2017
Test here and Test there,
too much Stress to bear.
Let me write, let me type.
Because I know. . .
I Can Not Fight.
Jasmine Reid Apr 2017
Her tears make fled, on her pillow head.
In the darkened night, she holds her pillow tight.
As she tries to be quiet.
Jasmine Reid Apr 2017
Scribble here, and there.
And all the way over there.
Enjoying her words on the page.
Her feelings on a stage.
I write to express and let it all out.
Maybe you should try it out?
Brandon Crandell Apr 2017
We all need something to numb the pain
It's all just part of the game
Sitting in bed in my head I'm insane
Everybody knows it
Day by day but I try not to show it
One day I'll snap and bestow it
It's there
Subconsciously I know you care
But can't pull myself out like I'm scared
But of what?
Why?
I guess I'll keep searching the skys
Maybe I'll find out before i die
claire Mar 2017
if my mirror could talk,
she'd tell me I'm here too much
and she would be right
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