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Patrick 1d
How can I know when it’s right
When I can’t even admit
How wrong it all was with him?
How do I gain that foresight
When I struggle to accept
That our love ended so grim?

I can’t just live in the past
It’s not right to be so stuck
I don’t want to live that way.
But I can’t move on too fast
If I do I’ll just get lost
In love that won’t last a day.

All I want is to move on
But I can’t get my heart to
Accept what is right for me
So I just wait for someone
To come and fix it for me
I wait impatiently
I can feel myself running away
In handfuls of bread
And mind-numbing multitasking
Trying to create a noise so loud
That it'll drown out the one in my head
The one that tells me I'm broken
The one saying I'm a waste of space
And wasting this life away

I am wasting time
With every bite not led by hunger
Every second half-watching television
While scrolling emptily through my phone
These meaningless moments just remove more meaning
******* it away from myself and my life
Draining my emotional energy because
I'm not letting it recharge
So then I can sleep rather than create
So I can avoid the thoughts and feelings
That are telling me
No, begging me
To do something
To feel something

But it's been a long time

And sometimes feeling nothing

Can feel better than feeling

Lonely
I feel trapped
Confined in this media hellstorm
How easy it is to numb out
To drown out these thoughts
These feelings
These aspects of myself
Under the static of technology
I just want to exist and to
Connect with myself again
And yet I keep tuning in
To tune it all out
I dont even like what im watching
I dont enjoy doing this over and over again
It feels so compulsive
So uncontrollable that
I want to just sell my TV
Return to a dumb phone again
Rid myself of these technological terrors
Because for some reason
I can't just walk away
And I can feel the clocks ticking
As these precious moments are wasting away
And slipping through my fingertips
I think I'm the only one
stuck here like this,
unlike anyone!
It may seem like sometimes
I am the Rock!
& not even Fire can hurt me.
But like everyone
Every night, I look above,
for the spark of miracle
wishing the world to be better.
Audrey Oct 4
Birth to death
no choice
no power
get what you get

parents
say they know
say they understand
but sometimes they cause
our deepest pains,
words,
phrases,
disappointment,
echo out of their mouths
bouncing around our skulls
tearing us apart
"I was your age too once"
but you were never me.
"why do you have to be like this"
choosing not to see my pain
doesn't mean it's not there
"lazy little brat"
"act like an adult,
be more responsible,
more mature"
"you are a CHILD!"
I want wings
I want to fly
to get away
to be free
to be me
get what you get

-they say it will get better but what if I cant wait that long...
random and not my best but whatever
Nica A Oct 4
a guest inside a head,
welcomed a stranger to bring it danger
a reflection easily spotted
revealed not only a heart that's haunted
a soul trapped inside the head
would love to stay, laying in bed
buried underneath the earth
trapped and summoned the dead,
to come back
among problems did it lack
the antidote to cure,
no signs of how much it had endured
soul felt trapped, heart was under attack
Give it a map, it'll soar and come back
hopeless not quite
Give it business, give it work
happy sun
begins to rot
Limited freedom hinders its growth
give it space, give it time
lonely moon
drowns in an overwhelming typhoon.
L Oct 3
I feel like I'm trapped, keep turning and turning.
Can I get off? Please, 
my stomach is churning.
I feel so sick- no, numb- these days it's hard to tell.

All I know is that yesterday I fell, I did so today and last week too, into this void I keep meeting.
Things just keep on repeating,
                                  repeating,
                                  repeating.
I don't know who I am anymore,
a stranger to myself, head stranded amongst permanent war.

I'm stuck at the fair, on this carousel of life, but this doesn't feel like living, more like survival.
Both the reaper and future seem to demand my arrival.

The fairground lights, I used to love, 
blind me now, in my fragile state, all it will take is a simple shove:
for me to shatter and to break.
It feels like I'm stuck in an infinite nightmare, pleading to wake:
where the candyfloss is bittersweet,
tainted by the memories of monsters I'm yet to beat.

Can I get off now, please?

It was fine at first, but now I miss being able to feel, 
the colours, the trees:
they're gone,
replaced with shadows and greys,
I'm not sure how much longer I'll last: I'm losing my mind, stuck in this maze.
Spinning too fast to see the world, the one that used to bring me bliss and peace, 
greeted now only by a blur, a smudged painting of better days, a broken masterpiece.

Please,
I’m stuck in a cycle and I can’t break out:

and I'm tired, tired of having no-one hear me shout.
-L
(Unedited)
Mimi Hachiko Oct 3
"If you're so good with words, then be a writer"
They said
"It'll be a good release for you"
They said
Sure, it's all fun and games until you actually crack open your chest and pour out whats inside on white pages, now stained forever with the black ink of the cruelty of one's own mind.
Lost Sep 29
Globally speaking
I see humans wreaking
Havoc on this earth
More garbage than dirt
Less respect for nature
Plastic island in the ocean
Drastic climate changes predicted
I see it on the news boldly printed
Yet people are complacent
Ignorant or skeptic

Personally speaking
I’m never meeting
Up with my friends
Always in the end
Every evening is spent
Alone in my bed
Every text that is sent
Every snap or DM
Never answering back
The screen remains black

I just look around
And feel settling an internal frown
Throw up a mental white flag
Decide to not be consumed by the bad
I lay down at night
Only to be kept up by fright
Less of fright and more of dread
I feel alone and stuck in my head
Wondering if this is it
Living life alone and upset
Wondering when a shift will happen
And I’ll start feeling less exhausted
Feeling stuck and alone.
I want to hurt myself but I won’t.
Crisis operators really bug me,
So I think I’ll just try and go to sleep.
c Sep 27
I am-
sugar sweet stuck-
On the idea that something
Is better than nothing
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