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Stxlle Mar 2019
Sitting in the far back.
Just waiting for the time to pass so you can go home.
You ask yourself, "What am I doing here?"
"Why did I even bother to come?"

Alone in a room full of people you know is a different kind of loneliness

They are the faces you've talked to, laugh with, and loved. The faces you've created memories with.  You called them your friends

but to them, you're just someone.

At least you're someone.
I no longer know what friends are. I don't know if I'm being to demanding when all I ask for is real love and support. I've been receiving wishes of happiness and love only because they have to and not because they want to. It feels empty to have friends like that.
memoona kazmi Mar 2019
fairy lights hanging on the walls of circus,
sweet music,nice colours,talented acrobats,
a man dressed in red and white,
with his smile shining bright,
a little red lipstick,
and a little white under the eyes,
kids feared him,
for them he was scary,
adults laughed at him,
as they found him funny,
i sat and gazed,
after hearing his jokes,
noticing one thing i was amazed,
i saw his bright smile,
hid his glistened eyes,
behind that funny face,
was a clown,
fighting withing with pain,
that day i realized,
not all those who laugh ,
are happy and,
all those who don't cry are sad.............
-memoona kazmi
CautiousRain Mar 2019
Who
...Whose voice is that?

She likes to ask me this
when I finally lift my fingers up,
and sometimes I have to tell myself
I'm not quite sure anymore
but at least she's honest.
Do you ever just look at your writings or your artwork and you feel so detached from it you can barely feel that you made it?
Maybe it's dissociation, maybe it's not, either way, I'm feeling it.
Kasti Mar 2019
My hands across your chest.
Down your stomach.
Grazing your every inch.

Listing off the things I love about you in my head:
Your smile, Your laugh, Your words, Your ,
                                    
                          ­                   [(stop)]

But it’s okay.

You've found another.

And they will never stay,
But my need for you will remain.

Just maybe, one day, this will definitely go away.
Get off of my mind
Lily Mar 2019
I miss you
I miss who you used to be
The genius, gentleman, jokester
The guy I used to write college essays about
Question: who do you want to be like?
My brother

Where did he go?
Where is the light?
The light with gold in its tracks
I want to see the gold
That sleepy gold that made me believe
Believe in so many things
Goals, and dreams, and miracles
The gold that’s called
My Brother

I want to understand
Believe he’s still there
My brother with stars in his eyes
But as you can see I’m still here
With tears of confusion
Mourning the loss
of my brother

I’m here, and I love you
For all you are now
But you see
you aren’t who you once were
The one I bragged about
Smart even when sleeping
With work you were over-leaping
Across any expectations that were made
That is who my brother is

I guess I just want
That boy in yellow
The one from
The happiest times

For now I’ll just be here
With my stuffed octopus
Remembering my brother
That used to be
This is about my brother who just got checked into a mental health hospital and probably has schizophrenia. Just for some reference about what this is about.
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