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Age: 22
Sign: Cancer
Country: Australia

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05/29/2018 03:59 PM 

me.

whats wrong with me?

I'm becoming obsessed,
with who ill soon be.
and all i am is stressed.

and im so far away,
i cant hear you shouting,
but please, stay. 
for more than ever i am doubting.

i know im me,
and thats not enough
and thats all ill ever be. 

05/19/2018 04:55 PM 

Happy birthday, goodbye.

one week and counting.

one hundred and eighty six hours.
one million reasons not to return,
and one lost life.

too soon you left.
to know what you were thinking, would be 
too much.
two broken bones.

should i keep going?
you know the next numerals...
or maybe you cant think of them.
or anything at all.

scary, isnt it?
where are you?
and are you?

05/15/2018 06:17 PM 

ghosts.

late night shadow,

your cold skin,
the street light glow,
the way we've always been.

will i ever see you again?
when we finally retreat home,
will i see you then?
forever i will roam,
until i find you again.

below or above is the question.
rhetorically, would you?
maybe you're heavens obsession.
you're mine, too.

05/07/2018 05:33 PM 

goodbyes are too hard so we'll call this something it isn't, just to fool ourselves.

"i'll be back whenever"

a note left on the bench.
a feeling you'll be back never.
an emptiness that can't be tamed.

the grey is eating me alive,
I can't see the colours,
I can feel myself dive.
and under the waves,
I'll never survive.

04/24/2018 04:58 PM 

words. or lack there of.

drowning in my thoughts again,

sorry for ever thinking,
clinically, am i really sane?
'cause i really think i'm sinking.

soon i'll be stuck in these pits.
forever hidden by the space between us.
and sadly, the pain, it never quits.
i'd rather be crushed by a bus.

the lack of words,
that sinking feeling.
sorry for failing you.
from this, there is no healing.

04/17/2018 02:51 PM 

memory.

i'm a mess.

i can't go on like this.
i don't want to.
there's nothing left for me in this world,
and all i am now is the remanants of a living corpse.
where did all my life go?
where are my good memories?
where is my sanity?
i can't recall. 

04/14/2018 03:16 PM 

home.

Trapped within the walls of your mind,

the invisible ugly decor you designed,
the place you can never escape,
for the windows are all covered in tape.

Of course you had it all planned,
you bought this lonesome block of land,
where everyone lives so goddamn far away,
but no one will ever want to stay.

Wandering the corridors,
hoping to find the missing floors,
knowing you'll never find an okay rental,
slowly realising you're going mental.

no matter how much you whine,
you're a failure by design.

04/13/2018 03:32 PM 

tiresome reparations.

am i too fragile?

or should this hurt?
should i feel this way,
when it's only something 
you wouldn't say?
maybe I need help.
is there anyone I can talk to?
i guess it's all my fault.
for being in love with you.

04/09/2018 04:12 PM 

though it's too late, i'm sorry.

i wish i never let my guard down.

i wish i was on my own,
but without an aching heart.
i wish i could smile without your assistance.
and i know you're never coming back,
but i'd like to take the chance to finally let you know.
i am completely in love.
now that it's far too late,
i have realised.
i'm never going to get it back together.
you know this though.
i'm so sorry for that blood stain on your couch.
i promise this is the last stain i'll leave behind.
for the last time,
i'm sorry.

04/07/2018 10:21 PM 

red. blood red.

the colours of this conversation are draining dear.
as the bright red fades from your eyes,
the pigments have left,
and you sway as if the wind may knock you down,
eyes now locked on the overgrown grass,
you promised them you'd never known my life.
you'd never know the taste of us.
as we reach the derelict buildings,
your cold bones bury us below.

soon I'll know the red again.
although it's a different shade this time.

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