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zelda rangel Mar 2020
I want to want affection, I must never attach nor kiss
My hands found the greatest tale, should I dismiss?
All I wear is darkness; nevertheless, the story remains
How it keeps me pure and consumed, I can never explain

By default, I feed my hungry eyes with our vices
I can never cast away the madness; you are the nicest
I questioned myself for doubting the unrevealed
It hurts to be awake for it has always been real

You are so serene, how could I ever forget?
I convinced myself to turn away and it made me upset
My team, we know we will always go to extreme
After all, what is hope without its dream?
zelda rangel Nov 2019
why
why do i apologize for something i didn't do
then i wouldn't apologize just to keep it cool?
why do i say yes when i really want to say no?
why do i say no because i want to be alone?

why do i say 'that's crazy!' but i believe it
then become suspicious when i know i shouldn't?
why do i cry like it's a never-ending pain?
why do i smile when it feels like i'm hurting again?

i am not a saint or a doctor
i can't heal on my own, got nothing to offer
but there's a fire inside my bedroom
yet it doesn't stop the darkness that looms
take me out of this cage where I might strangle myself with more beef and guilt.
zelda rangel Nov 2019
i feel scared.
i don't know why.
i've been saying these words for a week or so. i just ... feel scared. i'm sorry.
zelda rangel Nov 2019
i am not supposed to exist.
let me burn myself, please.

i've been dragging my feet
for so long, i am creating a scene
publishing the same old beat
writing the same old myths

it's true; i am beyond incurable
although, i believe in the impossible
and the fact that everyone has their own downfall,
but i believe in everyone but myself

... wow, isn't it a call?
my existence doesn't matter, i know. let's be real. there's something wrong with me and i don't know how to end it or change it. is this really the end of the eccentric being i once knew? or is this another poetry for me to realize that every day, it's just getting worse?
zelda rangel Oct 2019
i am barely breathing
   tell me this is not my destination
   i just want to ask you something—

is this where i truly belong?
  i am trying! oh god, yes, i am!
  when did it all go wrong?

all the lies i fed myself—it is becoming real
   i have always known it
   i was never meant to heal
no such thing as a crybaby im doing fine guys
zelda rangel Oct 2019
i think i have always been so tender with everything, but it crushes me every time. every person i loved, they always choose someone else over me. i guess that's how it's always been, and getting used to it was easy for me.
battlefield, yes. this world we live in is a battlefield.
a battle with yourself for self-loathing.
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