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We should write
all our secrets
on a sign
and hang it
on our neck.

“I’ve been suicidal since I was eleven,
my friend died when we were kids
and I'm still not over it,
I was abused of at seven,
my then best friend bullied me
for over a year,
I can’t trust myself,
I sometimes wake up and can’t get out of bed,
I played hide and seek with happiness and never found it,
I hate myself.”


Maybe that way—
when exposed, naked, open for everyone to see—
we’d love each other.

Because we humanize
fictional characters
when knowing
all their secrets
and forget
that secrets
exist
because
you can’t see them.
idk what to think about the middle part, is it good like this or would be better without it?
Feelingless eyes flicker through the streets.
They see cars moving around.
Their owners blend with the vehicles
until society becomes nothing but a uniform machine.

A uniform, lonely, horrible machine.
Everything
         becomes
    gray.
This one is based off a memory, I really like it tbh :)
He prayed for her pain so she’d crawl to his side,
While I prayed for her joy and love of all kinds.
He needed her broken to feel he was whole—
I wanted her shinning, with peace in her soul.

He loved her for him, for control, for his gain,
I loved her for her, through hardships and rain.
He smiled at her failure, a mask in disguise—
While I bled in silence, still wishing her skies.

For what kind of love would dance on her tears?
Rejoice in her downfall or feed of her fears?
I prefer to be lonely, with grief as my chain,
Than ever be cause of her fall or pain.
He prayed for you to fail...

— The End —