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I died not so long ago
not with a blade, or a gun
I died from feeling.
Or rather, so much of it.
 
Maybe it's just a mental shut down.
Or a simple break away from all of this
because I feel so numb inside,
And everything looks bleak.
 
I died. And now all that's left is hollow eyes
I can feel a heart, beating through my chest
Such a small symbol.
it's the only thing that reminds me Im still technically living.
 
I wonder if there's a word for this
because depression.. Just doesn't fit.
Its not mortal death, my blood would disprove any theory.
It's.. The lack of a soul. Emotion.
 
Not saying I'm completely soulless, No.
But I'm overly far gone.
Most definitely withered away,
And I don't think I'll come back this time.
 
I don't feel human at all
Because humans, they can actually feel.
I died not too long ago,
And now I'm just a shell.
I breathe in the darkness
and exhale the withdrawal
letting the emptiness sink in
before my thoughts turn to black

a tightness in my chest
vise grip on my heart
and voices in my head
telling me to just do it already

I'm suicidal.
nothing more than that.
my body craves bloodshed
and my neck craves a rope

soon Ill just be a hanging ornament
a melancholic decoration
to fuel the melody of tears
and soothe my own pain

suicide.
seven simple letters
that mean so much to a broken soul
that's only mend is death.
Kiss me
Let me feel your hands brush against my cheek
Hold me
Close to your heart so I can hear it beat
Bite me
Draw some blood
Make me wet
Like a flood
Love me
Say you'll never let me go
Trust me
With your heart and soul
 Sep 2013 Vladimir Ruduke
Natasha
Time



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A slight movement of the earth around the sun



Such




                           A


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Of a life.









                 Better spent living,


      


                                                          Then to keep




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                               Of something




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                      As time


                                                            Don't you think?
Mosquito               Bites               On               My               Leg

Bites                       That                Itch              Like             Crazy

On                         My                  Knees           And             Arms

My                       Nail                 Makes            An               X

Leg                      And                  Arms           Going           Crazy
Made up and ready

Lipstick perfect, hair curled

Eyeliner unsmeared

Dress sparkly as ever

But today is the day

So the dress is stained with red

Laying down on the floor

Bleeding out with pills in her hand

Beautiful prom princess

So young but too old

Empty bottle beside her

Fading, fading,
almost gone

Eyes closed, slipping away

Makeup still perfect

She’s leaving now

To sleep peacefully,
forever.
just imagination, they had said.
"psychotic depression,"
was the name they gave you
but it's just
a label
only something to be called by
because simple
human words
can't describe
the relationship we really share
your darkness
fits me perfectly
pulling me down
into the beautiful
black abyss
deeper i sink
and you remind me
that it'll be better
further down
when I'm fully consumed by
your dark perfume
and I give into the temptation
to be with you,
forever.
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