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Weronika Piela May 2015
There is a glass of water
Some say it is half empty
Some say it is half full
I say its clearly empty!
And then I drink it all
  May 2015 Weronika Piela
Dead Lock
10w
It will be hard
But
It will be worth it
  May 2015 Weronika Piela
Sabrina
Sometimes I get this feeling.
This feeling does not really have a name.
It is in the middle of my chest.
It is like my emotions are a rope.
The rope is strangling my heart.
It feels like it is about to explode
but it never does
It constricts my breathing and slows my thoughts
It almost hurts
Whenever I think of you
this feeling follows
All I want is for this feeling to go away
but at the same time
I need it
It reminds me I am alive.
This isn't really a poem, but more of an insight to the crazy thoughts I get at night.
  May 2015 Weronika Piela
George Cheese
I was lost in a cave of echoes.
I couldn't speak for volume;
my own sound added to noise.
Weronika Piela May 2015
The radio is buzzing from time to time
I see only darkness
I feel only warmth
The radio stops singing
Now, Im getting scared

The darkness is eating
Is eating my mind!
The leash is sure broken
But Can it be kind!?


I repeat and repeat:
It's all in my head
But now there's a cage
A cage in my bed
My imaginaton was thought to misbehave
Weronika Piela May 2015
Look into My eyes
Now tell me, who I am
Look at my faint smile
Now tell me is it real

You tell me you don't know
I say  I need the answer
You ask me why is that
Cause clueless kills like cancer
I'm really confused about my personality, being clueless about myself is killing me, one day I act like this but the other thay I think that how I acted yesterday wasn't how I really am, and how I should act
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