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Sarah May 2017
The first time I wanted to **** myself was 6th grade
Wandering the school corridors
I thought to myself
“What’s even the point?”
I was scared of my mind ever since
Thoughts of suicide consume me now
Like vultures
I am their prey
But though I am meek
I am not helpless
I am fighting a battle
A war I am ready to die for
Even though I don’t know what I’m dying for
Except
Despite the fact that I do not know what lies ahead
I know it must be something
So I must keep fighting
Until I find my future
Àŧùl May 2017
I had been extremely patient,
Wish she was a bit mature too.
With my love she was lucky,
I so wish that I was lucky too.
Hope she showered love on me,
Not a zombie but I am a human too.
But it is Karma and it is not yet shining!
My HP Poem #1544
©Atul Kaushal
RenzoAndy May 2017
Us
The main is us.
The poet is bonus.
Coz u can be that precious for me.
It is amazed my self to.
Sarah Laila May 2017
Barai juta juta kali pun buat apa brade?

You all alone, and that I promise.

Alone is going to protect you.
Pergi mati dengan semua
Colm May 2017
Although I often try and speak
In subtle tongues
I have no other language than this
Or so it feels
At times it feels
The original tongue...
fustypetals May 2017
I miss you
all this day
but I can't show it
by just telling you from a latenight text
or by just saying it in front of you
or doing something for you
because you will not read it, aren't you?
you will not hear it, aren't you?
and you will not assume it, aren't you?

because basically,
you really don't care about my feelings anymore.

/f.r/
xmelancholix Apr 2017
so you're searching for reason in all the wrong places.
so you don't tell anyone what you're looking for,
so you just keep your head tilted down.
keep going.
if you keep lowering your eyes then
maybe you'll lower your head right into your chest and
maybe logic will fill that space when
maybe your heart once resided.
maybe.
4/26/17
uncertainty and self denial
I suppose this is loosely based on how I view myself based off the poem lifedance by Charles Bukowski
Àŧùl Apr 2017
Those angel faces,
Seem so distant,
Me, my loneliness amazes.
My HP Poem #1515
©Atul Kaushal
m Apr 2017
i wish i had the skill
the artistry, the patience
to fully describe the ache,
the constant crucifixions
of my heart.

it's scary, daunting,
how three words,
(and not the three words
you're thinking of)
can disintegrate something
faster than nailing a coffin
shut.

there is something inside
my head that tells me
to crush the cocoon
every time i see it
because my hands forge
butterflies faster, better

have you ever woken up
in the morning, and
immediately start
crying? have you ever
kissed a stranger? have
you ever killed an animal?
have you ever broken your
own heart? your own leg?
your own home?
i'm so ******* tired
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