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I'm alive!So, as most of you know, I went through a pretty rough time and posted some journals about it. I decided to take a break from everything for a while, which (unfortunately) meant taking a break from poetry. In fact, I stayed off deviantART most of the time.
And now, I'm back I'm happier than ever, too <3
Thanks to everybody for being so kind and faithful through everything. I love all of you so much!
Music ...Have you ever took a blade to your wrist?
Have you been skipping meals?
We're gonna try something new today...
How does that make you feel?
~ Hospital For Souls - Bring Me The Horizon
<3 stay strong... i love you all.
Where Reality RoamsIn between the dreams I dream
And the hopes that lead me so
Is a place where I have to be
But is a place I rather not go
It's where the blaze of guns
And the smell of death
Are constant in the mind
Where the grumbling of hunger
And the dryness of tongue
Plague the human kind
In between the hopes I hope
And the dreams that lead me on
Is a place I have to see
But a place I wish it was not
It's where the silky words
And the flash of a blade
Creep in the high shadows
Where damnation of many
And the loss of souls
Are many that blindly follow
So as You give me a dream
That will help me hold onto Your hope
I walk brazenly in Your strength
To face the place where reality roams
Try Harder"What are you doing?"
"I- I am dan-sing."
"... It doesn't look like dancing. You're going to have to try really hard if you want to dance right."
"Yeah. Do you want to be a dancer when you grow up?"
"It's where you dance all the time and people pay to come see you dance."
"Dance... all time?"
"Yeah, so do you want to be a dancer?"
"Yes! Yes, I want to be dan-sir!"
"Then try hard to learn to dance, okay?"
"Okay! I will be dan-sir when I grow up!"
Death of SilenceAll these sounds,
making it hard to focus.
But what is that I hear?
On my brain's door, it pounds.
And then a mutter.
What could this be,
and what words
did the mysterious mutter sing?
I reach for the knob,
turn it ever so slowly,
in fear of what might show.
What is it fate will bring?
In a fit of bravery,
I throw open my mind.
Yet nothing stands on its stoop.
The very moment I walk away
I hear it again.
Should I answer
or shall I ignore
and see if the mutter will stay?
I leave the mutter
hoping it is nothing.
I start for the thought hall
but something isn't right.
The long and narrow
seems to be changed.
Doors and windows
never before seen.
I don't like this.
My mind has a new scene.
And as I continue
newly arranged thoughts
The mutter follows my steps.
Knocking louder and louder,
I feel the slamming of the door
in my shivering knees.
I grow more startled,
as I heard it more and more.
I begin to run,
trapped in my own thought.
Open a new door
only to see
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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