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Life without you

Life Without You

Life without you 
in cold desert sand,
I walk without shadow,
the sun too tired to care.

Alone in the place I used to know,
walls whisper your name in cracks and corners,
but you never answer.
Silence moved in where your voice used to be.

The rooms are getting smaller,
the windows won’t open,
time has folded in on itself 
only

I Know I'm Depressed

When all I want to do is cry?
Even while immersed in this high.
When all I want is to die
With little to no reasons as to why.

When all I want is to lie,
Say "I'm okay," so they won't pry.
When all I want to do is sigh
As I am aware her end is near nigh.

When all I

Eyes Through Depressed Lenses

Depression,
It’s a silent killer.
It’s like being stabbed in the back,
But it’s Invisible.
The pain is sharp, sure,
And your screaming at the top of your lungs,
However to everyone else it's as if you lost your voice
You're powerless.
And so you just sit there;
You feel paralyzed,
While the world keeps moving, and moving, and moving, and moving,
And you're just stuck.
That's

WELCOME TO THE SLAUGHTER

I didn’t want to light the flame,
But damn, you handed me the match.
We played a bitter little game—
Now neither one can scratch the scratch.

I offered peace, I begged, I tried,
You laughed and chose the sword instead.
So now the happy parts have died—
I burned the photos in my head.

The goal was never you or me,
It somehow

Ghosted

They say it’ll pass
it’ll get better the longer it lasts

They say what’s done is done
but i don’t feel like i’ve won

You took my heart
tore it, broke it, till it fell apart

Now you play the victim 
the hole you created, i sit in

I don’t want to become 
the monster i’ve come from 

Obsessed with yourself, with

The Ghost Inside My Chest

I am the ghost inside my chest, 
Unseen, unheard, yet never at rest. 
I drift through halls of memory, 
Where joy once lived but fled from me. 

My breath like frost, my blood runs cold, 
A whisper trapped in hands grown old. 
I wear regret like funeral lace, 
And see the world through sorrow’s face.

breathless, my journey ends

Dried-up,
___a stream___
in the moor, no-man’s land.
When a soul dares near—
a gunshot blooms

/  Red  /

the barren soil 
will feast on 
anything.

You said amid this desert stands
—an oasis—
A land of innocence, but where you crown sins.
(Greedy, yes,
but that’s all humanity ever is.)
I begged you to point me to the shrine
yet I am left stumbling, 
...blind...

Before

When you having bad day

When the world hates you
It's such a lonely place
Crawling out of bed each day
Forgotten in each and every way
Grasping at straws to build nest
Every minute is a torturing test
Blow away by unkindness
Held together buy a fine web
Of sorrow and unhappiness
Each word thrown your way
Cut like a knife through softened clay
Leaving a scar and empty space
Not

Soul of glass

I was a girl with no life 
Or a being with no purpose. 
I had no one compassionate, 
Although my soul was always nervous. 

The life I barely built in those years, 
Came crashing down to a point..my eyes were in tears. 
There was nothing I could do, powerless to intervene, 
Even God didn't care

depressed

some days being loved just hurts.
It's the guilt and the pressure that it puts on your head.
You feel guilty that you can't appreciate it because you still care about other people but you just don't care about yourself.
Being alone is painful but being around people who love you somehow feels worse.
You hate yourself for being

Scars

I run my hand across my wrist,
The rough scars feel normal under my fingers,
But to anyone else, they would be foreign.
I was a fighter, I had to be,
But everything has its consequences.
Running the blade across my own wrist was mine,
It was the only way for me to feel something.
Since I was small I was forced

how to walk with sissors

you asked me how to walk with scissors
I said my dear,
that's so bizarre
that's like asking how to get to Georgia
without using planes or cars,

a better man 
than myself
would've told you
darling
if you wanted to learn how to walk with scissors
you're better off crawling

you hold them by the blade my love
just like you did to me
you tell

Time grows near

Did you ever feel your heart break and begin to cry
Sit Back my friends and I’ll tell you why
A friendship developed, beautiful like fresh fallen snow
Then she says soon she will go

You always knew this day would be here
Until this moment you did not know it was near
So you sit in the dark, and tears

Suffering

Suffering wounds deep inside/
Felt like I been/
Sliced up by a switchblade/
Chopped to pieces/
Mind, heart and soul/
They keep beating/
On a scale of life support/
Suffering wounds, never ending/
Never to be fully restored/
Each day that goes by/
Just makes it hurt more/
The invisible switchblade/
On the inside/
Feels like Edward Scissorhand/
Soul is screaming to be tended to/
The mind is in a

A masked soul

A soul trapped in expectations,
A heart that beats with hidden tears,
A life lived for others' happiness,
While mine withers through the years.

They think I'm perfect, a flawless kid,
But little do they know the pain I hid,
The scars that mar my inner self,
The cries that echo, no one else.

My family sees a heartless face,
But I'm a storm

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