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 Oct 26 Nikita Tshawe
Av
There is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible,
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
A different kind of suicide

There is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do

Solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am

Outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone

a.r.
 Oct 18 Nikita Tshawe
AJ
i’ve barely slept,
i’m running on adderal and self loathing,
a mix that has kept me alive for far too long.
i’ve barely slept,
i want you to kiss me until our lips are bruised and touch me hard enough that traces of your fingertips can still be seen on my skin.
i’ve barely slept,
i miss the feeling of someone’s mouth on my neck,
the feeling of gentle kisses starting at my collarbone and falling lower and lower and lower.
i’ve barely slept,
i’m running on adderal and self loathing,
when what i really need is to find my relief in you.
i think i found my relief in you
I do feel so empty
I do feel so distant
I know I'm not pretty
but I'm so different

I am very lonely
I am very hesitant
I know I'm not jolly
but I'm so tolerant

Maybe I am not holy
and I have no talent
I know I'm so silly
but I'm so persistent

My voice is not pitiful
and I don't look elegant
I know I'm not beautiful
as you really want

I know I am not lovely
and I am not insolent
I know I am so ugly
but I try to be innocent

I know no one loves me
but only my parent
All are devils around me
and I am the opponent
As your story:
I know no one loves me
not even my parent
Don't listen to that voice
The one within your mind
That tells you everything is going to be okay

Because it's not

You know it's not

You struggle every day and every night
Always tired of this fight
It draws you in and lures you too far
Then you're trapped and there's no going back
So why bother?

Why bother?
Why care?
It's not like anyone is there
To hear you cry out for help
Or to see you reach out desperately

So you sit there and you cry

Until the one you truly love comes along
To pull you back from the depths of the hell within your head
 Dec 2022 Nikita Tshawe
bones
I'm surrounded by these four walls,
My thoughts bouncing off of them;
Loud and clear.

I find comfort in these four walls,
Knowing that my cries for help never leave,
That when I wail at night no one can get to me.

I also feel trapped by these four walls,
They make me feel small,
The white colour blinding me when I come up for air each time.

But these four walls know me better than anyone else here,
They know the real me.
Because when I leave these four walls every morning,
I leave as a new me.
its been a while since I've written on this website. it feels odd to be back.
I hope this poem makes sense in some way.
 Aug 2022 Nikita Tshawe
Starlight
dear intractable self,
do forgive me
for all the times
i spent your love
without chasing
consent

dear faultless self,
do forgive me
for all the pillars
i built
sightless
and infinite

dear moving self,
i forgive you
for when
you ran away
and left me
with my
dearest emotions
Eyes
gazed,
glazed.
Distant
stare.
Mind
numbed.
Seeing
times
end.­
Knowing,
it would
come.
Tough
nonetheless.
It has
arrived.
No turning
back.
No way
out.
Fate’s
hand cast.
Time
and place
declared.
This day
will not
be denied.
Journey
ends.
Great
and not
so great
alike,
have
made the
trip.
Last
sunset.
Long
journey
into
darkness
has begun.
Inevitable!
Lessons were learned,
Tears were shed.
People come and go,
And we still move forward.
We know what has happened,
Now it’s time to let go.
 Dec 2021 Nikita Tshawe
rhiannon
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
lying
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
 Dec 2021 Nikita Tshawe
Cynthia
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
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