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Color 3d
you are cold
the freezing rain

you fit the mold
you broke the chain.
HaiQ 3d
I'm safe in my box
Are the walls moving closer?
Poke me some air holes
Hannah 4d
Tell me.
Do you see the real me?
Can you read inside my mind?
Can you tell what I’m thinking all the time?
Do you know what it’s like to be trapped inside
With no way to escape?
I can try and try
But will give up
Losing my train of thought.
I’m lost again.
I need help.
My mind pushes me away and I’m too far gone
For any hope that I can be found.
I hide there waiting for a knight to rescue me,
To sweep me off my feet and take me back home.
But as I sit there,
And wait and wait and wait,
I realize there is no escape.
I'm trapped in this void until I get my thoughts back.
If ever.
Finally after waiting in the dark silence,
A sliver of light shines the way
As I hear it quietly say,
This is your way out.
A way to not be stuck in silence.
A way to get out and let your mind roam free.
Hiding here behind it all is how I used to live.
Wickus 5d
Twenty twenty
The world is sick
Locked in my room
And trapped in my head

My thoughts
My eternal prison cell
Screaming at four walls
PLEASE LET ME OUT
They were opened,
Revealing a world in constant motion,
Colored and coated with this commotion,
Gripped and grabbed by the chosen,
Opened, but blinded,
Taken and tried, ignited,
A time before, I didn't mind it,
But now I mind it

I was better together and intact,
But now I wonder if I have even my own back,
Always feeling so stuck in this reality,
Confined, is this how it's supposed to be?

Feels like a day that lasts forever,
Losing time, guess erase the never,
Where did my mind go, lost my sanity,
Could I do anything to finally be free?

Could it be any better, I always ponder,
Maybe this is a test disguised as a taunter,
I feel it's getting harder to clearly even see,
Feelings confined in things that used to be normal to me...
Ever just feel stuck in reality, as if all options were thrown out of the window, leaving you trapped in your own mind...?
I've grown so numb
To pain, to love
Trying to find a way
From below to above

Detached from the world
Detached from myself
Is there anything of worth
In my little slice of hell

When I try to look up
It seems the same as down
My smile feels empty
Worse than a frown

This hole in me
I can't seem to fill
I can't see the way
I can find no will

The days keep passing
Darkness continues to fall
It seems like nothing
Will clear this dismal pall

There's a hole in me
That I can't seem to fill
Leaving me empty
Except for this bitter little pill
Scrolling through the past
Is informational
It reminds us of who we once were
And who we've become
Rediscovering feelings
We had almost forgotten we had
And we'd shared them with the world
And we didn't do half bad
I thought I'd never escape her
Her iron grip leaving bruises where she held us
But we did
We made it
Life got a little better for it too

We aren't fixed
We are still sad
We still have depression
But it's not as bad as it was
She's gone from our lives
Our abuser
Tormenter
Stepmother

And she dares to call herself a fighter
I was scrolling through my old poems, and I was reading one comment on my poem "Cuts" from when I was stuck with the woman who abused me every chance she got. If you're reading this, it got better. I'm not healed yet, but it has gotten better. To those of you who've stayed with me this long: Thank you
Lexi May 20
I will watch my ways
and keep my tongue from the delights of this world.
I will put a muzzle on my mouth
as long as she dwells within.
Show me, my life's end
and the number of my days.
Each mans life is but a breath
man is a mere phantom as he goes to and fro;
He bustles about, but only in vain.
Your invasion consumes me
You rebuke and discipline me
You **** every last breath out of me.
Slowly trapping me, until i become  no more.
Look away from me, that i may rejoice again
before i depart and am no more.
Avery Aguilar May 18
forsaken, deserted, left, rejected
I shall sit
Like an empty casket - a forgotten person
now a lonely ghost afraid of the light

With but a broken heart in my left hand,
a dried out pen in my right, I sit
and this is all I now have to give

Words are the real killers
and life lessons aren't always enough
being old enough to know better doesn't truly count
with all the odds out...and not for or against

Longing for a certain pleasure...
one that only a blind man gets when he sees once more
or that of a deaf man when he can finally hear a bird chirping

to be careless, yet still careful
Is what brings a true desire, a true passion
or maybe it brings a true fear of the pain that is soon to be;
yet to bury it all so deep, so hidden, so precise...

To bury it so deep in a suitcase
locked away more than six feet under, now those;
those are precautions in which one couldn't truly begin to fathom.

so many secrets had been spilled
so much blood had been shed,
At least metaphorically;
as if it wasn't already real enough in the beginning

but still, I shall sit, afraid of the light
a lonely ghost being haunted by the mirrors all around
a forgotten and lonely ghost whose words will never get fully out.
Zelyn May 17
Stucked in my head,
Tears flowed from the pillow to the bed,
Alone with my thoughts again,
Trying hard to break this chain,
Still running and begging for help,
Even if I can't run from myself.
1:00 am poem
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