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Wellspring Nov 2017
Killing.
Not going to lie. I have thought about it.

Killing myself? Killing others?
Quite serious were and are those thoughts.

Death seems like a sweet embrace sometimes.
A pleasant change from reality.

I have considered it.
But every time, my mind is pulled back.

To those I love, and to those who love me back.
To my future, however grim.

To my life.
So please, if you ever consider death.

Death as but one alternative to the cruel reality of life.
But please don't.

You ARE loved.
By someone.

You are noticed.
Cared about.

You. Are. Seen.
Please don't. It's tragic.
Wellspring Nov 2017
I love silence.

It is a conundrum of esoterica.

It's name invokes sound,

But when silence exists,

It is louder than any other sound.

They say to talk about problems,

But.

They also say silence speaks volumes.

And I can't help but agree.
Sitting in my room, waiting for my friend so we can watch anime.
Wellspring Nov 2017
The fire bloomed and rose.
It rose far above the people.
The person who kindled it's light.

I watched.
I watched as the fire rose higher.
I watched as it consumed.
I watched as it consumed everything in it's path.

The people burned.
The plant life burned.
The paths burned.

Everything was on fire.
Everything was there.

Now everything is not.

There is black.
There is only black.
Smoke curls up.
Smoke fills my nostrils.

I turn.
Everything gone.
Everything gone because of the fire I created.
My fire.

I see a person.
They come.
They comfort.

They point.
They point to the black.
There is a different colour.

Green.

The person whispers.
Whispers before they disappear.

"My Darling.
My sweet darling.
Life grows stronger.
Stronger from the ashes of failure."
Yah.
Wellspring Nov 2017
I hate it when people try to help you,
When you don't need or want it.

But as soon as you need help,
They turn their back on you and find excuses,
In order to not help you.
I JUST WANT MY FREAKIN' LUNCH MUM. IS IT THAT HARD TO DRIVE TO SCHOOL AND BRING IT TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR MISERABLE LIFE. STOP BEING SO LAZY.
Wellspring Oct 2017
I hear the screams.
Tortured screams of children.

I hear the wind blowing through.
Rattling the un-openable windows.

I stare at the wooden desk.
My torture in progress.

I get a break in fifteen minutes.
I watch the seconds tick by on the clock.

It's freezing in here.
And hailing outside.

There is no hope here.
No hope for the children in school.
My thoughts on school. Legitimately.
Wellspring Oct 2017
It's a single balloon
Floating through the sky.

It's the rush of panic
That always seems to follow.

It's the running after it,
Knowing you'll never retrieve it.

It's crashing into someone
And saying sorry.

It's looking up at them,
And feeling a connection.

It's getting to know the person,
And feeling so right.

So whole.

So perfect.

So in Love.
Meh, I'm hungry...
Wellspring Oct 2017
I used to always laugh
When someone mentioned dimensional travel.

But I was thinking about it;
What if we've already discovered it?

What if the world we know
Is simply a portal point?

A portal point to other realms,
Other creatures.

The activation code?
Words.

Books, poetry, manuscripts.
Every one a different portal.

The travel would have to be mind only,
But I'm okay with that.

If only it means that I can visit,
A world that is beyond my reach.
Meh, just a thought.
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