Submissions by Sophirah_Belle
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Mary had a little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
It's coat as black as coal
Late one night
It crept inside and ate
Her fucking soul.
It's coat as black as coal
Late one night
It crept inside and ate
Her fucking soul.
#dark
#fear
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damaged
Ill never get back what I use to throw out
Im alone and it's real but I don't know now
My heart is all my I have and my brains wearing out.
If you and me, take this
And we don't wake up tomorrow
Would you live with your sorrow
Or would you be there tomorrow
And if I die by myself
Will you call someone that I love
Tell them I've been high
Tell them I didn't try
And if we go together
Will you hold my hand, I won't die for you, I take that to my grave
I'll get high with you, I'm not a person you save
Im alone and it's real but I don't know now
My heart is all my I have and my brains wearing out.
If you and me, take this
And we don't wake up tomorrow
Would you live with your sorrow
Or would you be there tomorrow
And if I die by myself
Will you call someone that I love
Tell them I've been high
Tell them I didn't try
And if we go together
Will you hold my hand, I won't die for you, I take that to my grave
I'll get high with you, I'm not a person you save
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken #emptiness
#heartbroken #emptiness
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Trapped
She was obsessed with her fear
the dangers of love,
the agony of despair,
the pain of heartbreak,
froze her in her tracks
the dangers of love,
the agony of despair,
the pain of heartbreak,
froze her in her tracks
#sadness
#dark
#heartbroken
#denial
#fear
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Late Night Adventures
Blankets, pillows,
beds and sheets
remind me of you
when it’s time to sleep.
When the bed sinks
and the springs creak,
I know it’s time
to advance what I seek.
beds and sheets
remind me of you
when it’s time to sleep.
When the bed sinks
and the springs creak,
I know it’s time
to advance what I seek.
#emotions
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sick
My stomach suddenly wretched. However no amount of purging could expel the kind of decaying impurities keeping me trapped in a life I hated. I breathed out and in slowly in attempt to gather my thoughts and quell the nausea, but despite my efforts to hold my shit together the world spun a violent pain slashed behind my eyes like someone was trying to hack their way out my skull.
#addiction
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