Breaking the surface
Bleed out my feelings
Replaced by emptiness
Fears feed my paranoia
Tears wash my face
Bloodshot eyes due
To lack of sleep
Objects appearing
Though they’re not there
They’re just in my head
Scared of what I am
Scared of what I’ve become
And scared of what I’m capable of
I feel so alone
Even when the ones
I love are near
Guilt and selfishness
My mother feeds me
Thoughts unwanted
Looking for a change of hope
Wasted time
Edge of breaking down
Dreams are beyond recovery
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You have an excellent way of expressing your feelings. I truly love the line, "My mother feeds me"; it really means (explains) so much to me. I wish I could hug you for your troubles.
Ok I'm happy now!
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'See the world in it's beauty and you will find your soul
You'll need no proof that you are special. You're part of something whole.
YAY
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To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy
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'See the world in it's beauty and you will find your soul
You'll need no proof that you are special. You're part of something whole.
i can't say i've ever felt as deeply expressive as that but i think you've just made me...i don't know how people can write like you do......absolutely stunning
the dep meaning swimming behind each and every word...you catch emotions and pin them to the paper!
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L o c k e L a m o r a
J e a n T a n n e n
B u g
C a l o S a n z a
G a l d o S a n z a
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To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy
Like I know poetry is my freedom and how I express myself, but I find my work so simple.
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To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy
are you joking thats not simple no matter what way you look at it!
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L o c k e L a m o r a
J e a n T a n n e n
B u g
C a l o S a n z a
G a l d o S a n z a
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I guess it doesn't matter because it's how I feel. The words in the poem was what I was feeling. If that makes any sence.
lol when I first read your comment I didn't know what to put. Like I'd never thought anyone would say anything like that about my poetry.
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To live and not to breathe, is to die in tragedy
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L o c k e L a m o r a
J e a n T a n n e n
B u g
C a l o S a n z a
G a l d o S a n z a
|T|h|e|_|G|e|n|t|l|e|m|a|n|_|B|a|s|t|a|r|d|s|
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