Broken pieces of herself lay scattered all around her trying to grasp any sanity she has left her mind is chaotically screaming silently in her head nothing makes sense anymore her heart is at war with her mind.

Oh I am just an x-file
A freak of nature
Oh I am a girl
Oh I am a girl
But no one gives a ****

So I am just an x-file
Haunting the streets
Hoping for the best
Oh I am just a girl
Oh I am just a girl
But no one care

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
I am just an x-file
Just hanging out
Hoping to be the next punk
Oh I am just a girl
Oh I am just a girl
But no one cares
One one cares

Treading upon the fragile shards of time;
moments cascade into oblivion, as the echoes
of my bones resonate with the agony of existence.
I seldom boast of my worth, yet my lips dared to speak
with courage. I sought my place among the stars, wandering
the glassy avenues where the imprint of your steps lingers
upon the meticulously laid path.

My mind, burdened by the weight of stony tears,
contemplates the thoughtless utterances that birthed
yet another futile verse. At times, I find myself gasping beneath
the suffocating pillow of my own uncertainties, surviving on
the fragile threads of hope, faith, and fleeting joy that last but
a week; still, I feel like an intruder in my own sanctuary.

Dreams drown in the merciless shadows;
the dawn's light offers them a glimmer of hope – a sanctuary
for the spirit among the awakened. I drift in a half-sleep,
daydreaming amidst a throng of fellow dreamers, our youthful
skins too tender to fade, a heart yearning to be filled with cherished
memories.

These sins bind humanity in shackles,
desperately seeking an escape from the labyrinth of their minds.
Oh, is existence truly madness? Yet, in spite of the suffering,
we pray to live another day. And so this fragment of life is
my grace, a testament to the fact that I have yet to meet the grave.

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Mmmh… a new, swollen blister blooms upon my eye,
a testament to my silent suffering. My mind lingers in the shadows,
a flickering flame that refuses to extinguish, yet devoid of dreams.
Each tear I’ve shed is trapped within an ancient jar, sinking into
the depths of a vast ocean, yearning for the tide that might one
day carry them away.

Will my dreams rise again, soaring like a fleeting spark,
threatening to pierce my very soul—or perhaps the dreams
of those who dared not believe?

Mmmh… my heart beats in rhythm with the relentless
march of time; the ticking of clocks, their gears grinding slowly—
half-alive, biding their moment until the final hour strikes.
My imagination relentlessly pursues a dream, even as they
dissolve into the void of oblivion.

My chest has hollowed, teetering on the brink of collapse
under the weight of my self-imposed despair. For every bridge
I’ve traversed or set ablaze, I feel the presence of a solitary bridge,
echoing with loneliness. Yet, one might surrender hope—
if only…

A friend, she is, with heart so kind,
A soul so warm, with peace of mind.
We talk for hours, time slips away,
But in my heart, something starts to sway.

I wonder if she sees, if she knows,
How her presence in my thoughts only grows.
It’s strange, but I think, as time goes on,
There’s more I feel than I’ve let on.

In every petal lies a tale untold,
Of grace and power intertwined as one.
A world of wonder, fierce and yet so bold,
Where love and strength unite beneath the sun.
In these eyes – I’ve seen a woman’s world…

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It’s a rose, enchanting, blooms with beauty rare,
Yet danger lurks within its soft embrace.
A tender touch of love, a whispered prayer,
But I ask if it has the strength to hold its place?

Still in quiet thought, I dwell and muse,  
As a man reflects on such; alas his worldly views,  
My words a burden felt heavy, and steep,  
For in such a world, my voice shan’t speak.