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Am I just furniture? Chosen wisely, but hardly noticed. Used then disposed of when broke. A sheer sheet of wishful dreams- A body..

Watch it burn. Singe the memories- Ash the emotions- A red and orange painted sky, The clouds, the smoke. Breathe in the taste of ash, Smell you..

A short poem

“The brightest flame burns the quickest” You stand tall, They shoot you d o w n You love fiercely It ..

Does anyone see Inside these darkened eyes? For I often Feel alone, like Everyone’s disappeared. Reality presses down ..

i don't understand i don't see the light. without these thoughts maybe my life would be bright. i am different. i am torn. things are different ..

I don't breathe To pass the time. I don't cry To make them understand why. I don't do anything, But I also do everything. This aching hole Th..

Drip- Drip- Feel it slip. Pain- Pain- Pouring like rain. Cry- Cry- Maybe i just want to die. Eyes- Eyes- Making me cry. Hurt- Hurt- I've..

Rain, Rain Go Away You were never meant to live today. You only bring This pain and ache- Battle cries and a burning quake Rain, Rain..