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  Nov 2018 Sly
Constantia
Deep down
I want to answer with
“I’m not okay..
This existence is a game
That has yet to go my way.
I can’t seem to get these tears
To just decay  
I want to sleep, but I sit and think and
Then I realize it’s the next day
That one scenario I got on replay
That very day I chose to walk away
And ever since, I’ve been in dismay.”
But I answer with “I’m okay”
My feelings I shall not portray
No, no, not today.
Or is it just me?
Sly Nov 2018
Why live, only to die?

Why love, when alone I'll die?

Why laugh, only to watch others cry?

Why cut, when blood will dry?
Sly Nov 2018
I watch with bloodshot eyes,
Under moonlit skies.

I listen with cold ears,
As the end nears.

I feel only pain,
Suffering in vain.

I taste death,
On a winter's breath.

I smell sorrow,
With no hope for tomorrow.
Sly Oct 2018
You can break my body,
But never my soul.

I'm done being quiet,
And doing as I am told.

I've fought too hard,
Only to be left in the cold.

You can try to take everything from me,
But my spirit will never be sold.

So go ahead and try,
If you happen to be so bold.
Sly Oct 2018
I've heard people say it is
A firy place.

But if it is a place of torture
Why would it give warmth?

It is a cold, barren land.
Pitch black, with no light.
Sly Oct 2018
I am...

Out of reasons.
Out of time.
Out of lies.
Out of smiles.

Full of my failures.
Full of my regrets.
Full of all this pain.

Never found.
Never heard.

Forever alone.
Sly Sep 2018
Alone in the rain
I stand again.

Wishing that I
Could see you one more time.

I try to come to you,
But only get pushed away
With so much left to say...
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