#cigaret - Hello Poetry

You filled your skin with sharp lead and your arms with cigaret burns, without any screams, but with the blue mass that touched your cheeks. You used to think, that to put on a massiv amount of black eyeliner, would hide the fact, that you couldn't sleep at night. And you used to think that starving yourself, would make you feel just a little bit better about who you were, but all you ended up with was a stomach you could fit your hands around, collar bones that stuck far out from your skin, so they could break at anytime and your hipbones were like knifes, that could slice a man open. You used to do and think so many stupid things, and you were just this little self-conscious girl that needed to be loved and accepted by someone. That little girl is still inside you, but you have learnt to control her and say no when she wants to play.

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Sep 23, 2016

Sep 23, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC

CecilieA

The little girl

You filled your skin with sharp lead and your arms with cigaret burns, without any screams, but with the blue mass that touched your cheeks. You used to think, that to put on a massiv amount of black eyeliner, would hide the fact, that you couldn't sleep at night. And you used to think that starving yourself, would make you feel just a little bit better about who you were, but all you ended up with was a stomach you could fit your hands around, collar bones that stuck far out from your skin, so they could break at anytime and your hipbones were like knifes, that could slice a man open. You used to do and think so many stupid things, and you were just this little self-conscious girl that needed to be loved and accepted by someone. That little girl is still inside you, but you have learnt to control her and say no when she wants to play.

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.. ...... .. ....... .............. ............ Sober hearts Drunk mind Whiskey breaths The soul, kind Soft whispering The head aching Life hung up on string But the body, faking Light up a cigar And forget the world Let it all smoke Let the smoke whirl Let the spirits rise And leave for heaven Forget all the lies, Just float up to the sky Like a free spirit After being exiled Put an end to your life Let the emotions evoke Let the weight be lifted .........And sway..... Like the thoughtless smoke ................. .............. ........... Fly away .... ..

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC

its-crimson

Fly Away

.. ...... .. ....... .............. ............ Sober hearts Drunk mind Whiskey breaths The soul, kind Soft whispering The head aching Life hung up on string But the body, faking Light up a cigar And forget the world Let it all smoke Let the smoke whirl Let the spirits rise And leave for heaven Forget all the lies, Just float up to the sky Like a free spirit After being exiled Put an end to your life Let the emotions evoke Let the weight be lifted .........And sway..... Like the thoughtless smoke ................. .............. ........... Fly away .... ..

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Under the stars I feel so insignificant while amongst human I feel so unbelievably lonely. The words only come through in the evening when I overwrite the everyday hardships with a permanent marker and inhale the cold night alone in the twilight. I look trough fake lit windows in my childhood home. The light has never been my friend because it only shows the outer mask and the inner desire. I ***** in the light, blinded by the carcinogenic sunlight and increasing the process with my daily dose of cigarets. The smoke reaches for the stars, I sink to the ground with a curved back. The whole universe feels bigger and I smaller. I get more insignificant by every sigh and every burden thrown upon my shoulders. We all die alone but we must live together as fake friends till the dark do us part.

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Feb 29, 2016

Feb 29, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC

Clindballe

Night cancer

Under the stars I feel so insignificant while amongst human I feel so unbelievably lonely. The words only come through in the evening when I overwrite the everyday hardships with a permanent marker and inhale the cold night alone in the twilight. I look trough fake lit windows in my childhood home. The light has never been my friend because it only shows the outer mask and the inner desire. I ***** in the light, blinded by the carcinogenic sunlight and increasing the process with my daily dose of cigarets. The smoke reaches for the stars, I sink to the ground with a curved back. The whole universe feels bigger and I smaller. I get more insignificant by every sigh and every burden thrown upon my shoulders. We all die alone but we must live together as fake friends till the dark do us part.

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