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28 · 1d
False faith
What is faith? A fleeting dream that shatters, leaving shards of doubt and pain. A desperate attempt to grasp what's lost, a consolation for the heart's deep stains. Deep chills seep into my soul, a numbness that refuses to wane, forcing my hands to tremble like autumn leaves.

Why does it feel like a cruel mistake, a futile race against time, in this desolate urban landscape where faith is just a hollow claim? My body yearns to dissolve into the damp, empty air, to escape the weight of a home that's lost its care. I'd wish I could witness life's haze, instead of this slow, agonizing daze.

Fill my tomorrows with the beauty of sorrow, I'll try, I'll try to hold on before I fade away, and after I'm gone, to see you and weep with the last smiles our hearts can sway. Let it slip away; we only have one chance to try. Make it a memory to cling to, a bittersweet goodbye. Dropping it with all the smiles and tears, knowing deeply we couldn't stay entwined.

The first time I saw you, I felt my heart shatter, like a fragile vase dropped on stone. You gave me this feeling I could never recapture, a moment's beauty, lost, forever unknown. Feeling alive, yet dying inside, life's brevity taunts us, creating the beauty in our fading tides.

Perhaps that's the cruelty of fate's surprise, crashing down on our hidden eyes, filled with dark, desperate pride, and a fire that's lost its warmth. Some faiths are better left behind, for I'm not strong enough to face the pain. It's better to see faith evolve, a slow goodbye, until the heartbeats of all are silenced.

What's in your eyes is the salt of my tears, when life splits us apart like autumn leaves, and we're left to wither, rust. Just know missing you is becoming a haunting melody, the visions of you keep me bound, knowing I'll never be free.

What a life of faith has made people refuse, what they say and pray, until this day. But for me, you are my way, my garden of fading light, my never-ending, darkest night. Acceptance creates perfection in all of pain, giving me direction, leaning my days with the coldest rain.
Here's some modified version of a poem I wrote back in 2016
People say I love you I say show it.  

People say they miss you I say you know where I live.  

Some people will tell you to feel better but won't drive a hour to make sure you get better.  

I get it you have a life that you cannot lose because if you were to lose that life you were to lose your roof your vehicle and the food in your belly I get it.  

Just know if somebody really wants to see you they would make you their priority.  
Same priorities as their hobbies their passions.  
Time will always be made for the things that you wanted to really do.

We come into this world alone and we'll leave it alone.  
But for me I've always been alone.


I'm keeping tabs open again for a friend that I lost when I was 10  
I'm holding open doors for a woman that doesn't live anymore  
I'm feeding the homeless as we joke about politics
I never opened myself
I'm just like this
I'm holding babies that couldn't cry  
Helping the birds who can't fly
Helping the parents who wish to die
I am always that guy, during your loneliest times I'm that guy, during your frustration I'm that guy, during your darkness I'm that guy. I just can't leave anyone behind.
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Let me help you
tie your shoes
Let me help you untie your noose  
Each fabric feels tragic
Let me help you
tie your shoes  
Can I show you
How not to drown
How not to rott in the ground
I have no life so I could be involved in yours.
15 · 1d
Found alone
searching for nothing just to get feelings hurt for something.  

Greener than the grass on the other side  
Caught in the rocks wishing to die.  

Finding hope while wearing a vest made of all of your copes.  

The sun doesn't care the moon wouldn't dare.  

Why fear why be afraid this whole life is collage of pain.  

Found the courage to be abandoned,
Found the wisdom to be lost.  
Crumbling in the rocks you found your cause.  


Why fear why be afraid when we witness the beauty of pain.  

For one to feel means one can heal.
I hope someone enjoys.  
"You matter"

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