Submissions by kept_breathing (deadbetween2lungs)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Final Goodbye
I hide my pain behind a smile, and watch the
blood hit the cold tile.
The sudden memory of your beautiful blue eyes all
the hellos and hard goodbyes.
All the blood, tears, and pain, it was a
tiring game.
Back to reality, everthing becomes blurry, life
seems to be in a hurry.
Slipping away faster and faster, ready
to meet my master.
This is the final goodbye no more
hellos or hi's.
blood hit the cold tile.
The sudden memory of your beautiful blue eyes all
the hellos and hard goodbyes.
All the blood, tears, and pain, it was a
tiring game.
Back to reality, everthing becomes blurry, life
seems to be in a hurry.
Slipping away faster and faster, ready
to meet my master.
This is the final goodbye no more
hellos or hi's.
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Lost
Plastered with a smile
its been like this a while.
Hiding behind a fake me
when i look in the
mirror, i dont even know
who i see.
Existing in this lonely
place, nothing left of the
real me, not even a trace.
Nothing left to search for,
for i, am no more.
its been like this a while.
Hiding behind a fake me
when i look in the
mirror, i dont even know
who i see.
Existing in this lonely
place, nothing left of the
real me, not even a trace.
Nothing left to search for,
for i, am no more.
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Gone
My tears fall hard as rain...
hidden behind them is the stinging pain.
it all builds up into a horrible mass,
nothing i can ignore, or pass.
memories soon bite back
reminding me your the one thing i lack.
regret stabs at my heart,
knowing how far we've drifted apart.
Foever your love is gone,
and forever, is the day i move on.
hidden behind them is the stinging pain.
it all builds up into a horrible mass,
nothing i can ignore, or pass.
memories soon bite back
reminding me your the one thing i lack.
regret stabs at my heart,
knowing how far we've drifted apart.
Foever your love is gone,
and forever, is the day i move on.
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Slip Away Gently
Your blood, thick
and red, you sit and
silently debate in bed.
take the thin razor and
gently slit your wrist,
make letters, curves,
and painfilled twist.
sit and watch the blood
trickle down your pale
arm, question if this
is the right way to go,
self harm?
A small puddle of crimson
red, your thoughts spinning
in your head. Gently slip into
deaths cold grip...
as you numbly feel your skin
rip.
and red, you sit and
silently debate in bed.
take the thin razor and
gently slit your wrist,
make letters, curves,
and painfilled twist.
sit and watch the blood
trickle down your pale
arm, question if this
is the right way to go,
self harm?
A small puddle of crimson
red, your thoughts spinning
in your head. Gently slip into
deaths cold grip...
as you numbly feel your skin
rip.
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