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I want to go home.
Back to my sanctuary inside my head.
No one can see me there.
I don’t have to deal with stress there.
It’s pure magic.
I feel so alone and exposed out in the “real world”.
I’ve tried to be someone I can like,
But one can only fight the darkness and shadows for so long.
I feel so powerless and helpless.
I should be able to control my life, my emotions, my reality.
Instead, I am stuck here.
Out in the “real world”.
Alone.
The wonder of blue hair only lasts so long.
Is there really anything worthwhile?
Anything to believe in?
If I withdraw from the world,
And hide from everyone…
It would make things better.
Right?
After all,
If you feel alone,
Being by yourself makes perfect sense…
Back to my sanctuary inside my head.
No one can see me there.
I don’t have to deal with stress there.
It’s pure magic.
I feel so alone and exposed out in the “real world”.
I’ve tried to be someone I can like,
But one can only fight the darkness and shadows for so long.
I feel so powerless and helpless.
I should be able to control my life, my emotions, my reality.
Instead, I am stuck here.
Out in the “real world”.
Alone.
The wonder of blue hair only lasts so long.
Is there really anything worthwhile?
Anything to believe in?
If I withdraw from the world,
And hide from everyone…
It would make things better.
Right?
After all,
If you feel alone,
Being by yourself makes perfect sense…
Literature
Betrayal
I gasp for air from all the lies
You force down my throat
And burn my lungs
The bitterness, the bile of betrayal,
The taste it burns my tongue
You spoke of sweet promises, you never would fulfill
You left me with wounds that may never heal.
I wish I had seen who you are in disguise,
before I let you leave me shattered with all of your lies.
You never tried to understand
That's why you let go of my hand
I miss the presence of your rose petals
But I prefer the absence of your thorns
I miss the presence of your golden soothing voice
But prefer the lack of wounds your silver tongue had torn
I am in stoic bliss with your ghost no longer her
Literature
The love of an Archangel
Like the shooting star I saw the previous night
With a warm breeze blowing through my hair,
Especially the freeze of winter kisses
It was odd,
Cold, ice cold;
And I couldn't shiver
I didn't crave the warmth
The heat of the fire
With flames dancing in the fireplace
The warmth from the flurry of air was enough,
Heat filled me from the inside... out
Brushing against my skin
With the touch of a feather
A feather with the shimmer of gold
Many of them, thousands ?
strewn by hand to create perfect
Wings
So I leaned into the comfort,
Of safety and all worries faded...
I though it was impossible
Maybe just a dream
I felt myself driven in
Literature
Death Is A Reward, Not Answer
Please, don't cry -
Don't cry because I know
The reasons why you're crying,
And I'm right here telling you;
They're all wrong.
Please, don't hold your tears -
Sadness is an emotion to release
When it builds so much as it's for you,
And I'm right here to express to you, now;
It's okay to cry.
Just, don't believe the reasons
You're telling yourself -
And please, I beg
Put down the pills,
You don't need them.
Aside from it's not your time,
There isn't enough reason!
How many minutes will go by
As we're both drowning
In our own tears,
Screaming at each other?
How many hours has it been
Before writing this poem
That we've yelled
About why you
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