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Slime-God Sep 2020
Wearing out my smile
I grin once more in death’s face
How long can this last?
Aahi Sep 2020
Not from starting the day
It's from the night leaning
The next day..
Same fears are gaining
It's weight..
For every day,every night
Without a break.
Days are seeming
Years for a new
Disturbing thought.
Even the reckless
Efforts are not enough
To get a break,
Only the
Lacrimal fluid
Setting for a temporary break.
Again the same thoughts
Arrive after the tear drenched off.
Isn't it's a circle for
Not getting a break?
Tired,exhausted, bored,frustrated is all the adjectives to define my life
Aubrey Jones Sep 2020
I feel like I'm drowning
no
not drowning
drowning comes with resistance.
I am sinking to the bottom of the ocean
my every thought is a stone in my pocket
my mind treads ever forward though it knows I will not float
it doesn't care
It is only after my head dips below the surface that I start to realize the severity of what I cannot undo
I open my mouth to ask for help
but instead, my regurgitated words bubble out of my lungs and float away
and I'm distracted by the beauty of the scene
isn't that so like a poet?
so engulfed in the romanticization of my death that I pick up the shovel
and I dig the grave myself
so distracted with the view
I can't force out the words I need
I won't betray those stones in my pocket,
Can't give them away
But then again, what have they ever done for me?
Isabella Sep 2020
My trembling fingers are losing grip
Any moment now they’d slip
But what’s the point in holding on
If my heart isn’t quite that strong

My broken eyes can hardly see
The shaking ground right beneath me
But what’s the point in waiting more
If the ending’s just the same as before
just a second longer, perhaps it will be worth it after all
Dhimss Sep 2020
My body shudders
as my hands shake.
I'm crying I'm crying.
I'm crying again.

My senses are flooding
as my eyes sting.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying again.

My heart is screaming
limbs stay frozen.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying again.

Set me on fire,
burn me down.
Do me a favour,
I want out.

I'm crying I'm crying.

I'm tired of crying again.
It really do be like that now.
Mansi Sep 2020
I understand why
Romanization of death
Exists
The world is so exhausting
That death seems like a
better option

However, I wonder
What made life
So mundane and empty
That we seek to
Escape it?
Noa Adler Sep 2020
If the world was kind enough
To set me free.
If reality pulled me
Out of the debris.
If the chains would sweetly break
And leave my wrists.
Yet the backstory persists.

If my doubtful mind
Could bloom under your reign.
If I could wash off
The darkness in my brain.
If the scars would gracefully
Slide off of my wrists.
And yet, the backstory persists.

If the world was kind enough
To make me tea.
If it would shelter me in blankets
And not flee.
If it would say that I did good,
That I did well.

It would be nice,
If the world was kind enough.
Slime-God Sep 2020
Have you grown weary?
Would you like to rest a while?
Shut your eyes with me...
for clarity yes, I mean bade, the past-tense of bid, not bad.
apayne Sep 2020
waiting for the bus, always late, to carry me home  
   waiting for that shiny new tech-heavy device to arrive
      waiting for service when I’ve already been ignored twice
         waiting in line to pay for my overpriced vegan groceries
            waiting for the doctor who simply repeats WebMD told me
               waiting for the Wi-Fi to take only to have it disconnect 15 minutes later
                  waiting for payday when there's only Kraft singles and jam in the fridge
                      waiting for Spring like my bones aren’t already frozen and burst
                         waiting for inspiration like muse has 24-hour shipping
                            waiting for salvation when the devil’s
fork is already in my back


               But
Most of all
              
                                    I’m
                                       Tired
                                          Of
                                             Waiting
                                                For You
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