Unprotected.

Defenseless.

Exposed.

Unguarded.

Those are the right words to describe my heart

Again and again I let them walk right over it

Now my chest beats weakly and irregularly

The weight pressing against the fragile layers

My dignity sinking to the bottom of the ocean

I know not how to heal it

If there is a way to stop I will take it

I lie flat on the gro...

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Do you know the feeling of being understood?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of being loved?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of betrayal?

That I knew, as I feel fresh wounds still scattered across my heart

The thousands of doodles and drawings I had in my sketchbook

Could never compare to my wrist's lines of art

The things you could find hidden in a book

Might ju...

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it's past midnight
it's late
it hurts
it's never stopped
its excruciating pain
eating away at my brain
my dischevelled body, as ill as it looks
can never compare with my ravaged head, the mess within
i tell myself it would be a sin
yet the thoughts were embossed and buried long ago,
whether permanent or temporary
it's tiring
it's heavy

it's all in the past
but it hurts
when it's l...

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one singular balloon.
floating in the sky on some afternoon.
freely and carefully past the obstacles
fighting through millions of battles

something i longed to be able to accomplish
because who am i without irrational wishes
something i see in my head
despite never getting out of bed

to be someone who get out of harm's way
something even the devil has to obey
oh there has to be a way
...

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One.
Two.
Three.

The clear droplets ran down the surface of a transparent car window
The downpour of drips blurred something only eyes could follow.

I saw colour.
A beautiful mix of colours
of my surroundings.

When the shades blended together
I felt safe.
It was something I couldn’t explain.
As though everything around me was getting a wash
A restart button
A new beginning
...

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I’m like the wallpaper on somebody’s walls,
no one would even notice if I was being torn or ripped apart.
Until it starts to take over my attitude
my behaviour
my mood
Yet they see it like a tradition.
a sort of thing that happens once it’s ‘old’ enough, once I become a teenager.

But I’m breaking,
yet it’s masked by a genius at illusions,
just like the magicians that keep you guessing.
...

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stabbed.
once.
twice.
too many times.
my body sunk to the depths of the ground
drowning and suffocating, drenched in a dark, violent pool of red
my ears rang vigorously yet I could hear no sound
it wasn't until tears started mixing with the blood did I only realise i was crying
all while i was dying 
realising i was the person holding the knife
oh what a beautiful yet tragic way to end l...

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