Submissions by My_living_hell
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a complicated kid, living in the middle of no where. Definitely not the nicest but also not the meanest. I'm just trying to survive.
My soul is dying
The darkness surrounds me.
It's getting so cold.
I'm all alone.
With no one to hold.
My world is so empty.
All what's left is pain.
No sunshine to light my way.
Just never ending rain.
I drown in tears.
My heart is crying.
No one seems to notice.
My soul is dying.
It's getting so cold.
I'm all alone.
With no one to hold.
My world is so empty.
All what's left is pain.
No sunshine to light my way.
Just never ending rain.
I drown in tears.
My heart is crying.
No one seems to notice.
My soul is dying.
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A reason to live
Voices are shouting
Insults are thrown
Everybody's out to get me
Nobody wants me
Arguments arise
Doctors lie
Rocks are crumbling beneath my feet
I'm running
But I'm slipping
And falling
Into the darkness of my own mind
I'm sliding into a nap
And into the terrors of my imagination
I sleep because it's like being dead,
Without the commitment
I need a release
An escape
But most of all, a reason to live
Insults are thrown
Everybody's out to get me
Nobody wants me
Arguments arise
Doctors lie
Rocks are crumbling beneath my feet
I'm running
But I'm slipping
And falling
Into the darkness of my own mind
I'm sliding into a nap
And into the terrors of my imagination
I sleep because it's like being dead,
Without the commitment
I need a release
An escape
But most of all, a reason to live
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Feeding my addiction
My head is swirling
My lungs soon to collapse
My heart's weak
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
Cancer's coming soon
My pockets are empty
One, two. three
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
I've been this way since I was eight
I hate the after taste
But what would my family say?
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
What would my father say?
How would my mother reply?
What would my siblings do?
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
My...
My lungs soon to collapse
My heart's weak
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
Cancer's coming soon
My pockets are empty
One, two. three
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
I've been this way since I was eight
I hate the after taste
But what would my family say?
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
What would my father say?
How would my mother reply?
What would my siblings do?
And there's nothing I can do
But feed my addiction
My...
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