Unsaid words

Da buffjoonie

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"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wr... Altro

Light
Happiness is a myth
He calls me love
Pained Blood
See You In Hell ;)
Aphrodite
Him
The World's Brightest Star
Life
Not at all
Sorry(Short poem.1)
Worse than Hades(Short poem.2)
Mirror
Belief(Short poem.3)
Magic Shop
Million times
Are You There?
Snow Globe
Cinderella's Shoe
Cinderella's Shoes.pt.2
Goodbye
Narcissus
Notice (and thanks!)
Love me
Jewel
Sarcasm
Me, Myself
Not me
Slow time
What is love?
My funeral
Friendship
Will you?
Angels...
{Our}Deceptive World
Thoughts of you
(Not) Caught in a lie
Want you
To all women
Them
Black roses
Mistakes
My complete soul
Rain
Icarus fell (Short poem. 3)
Butterflies
My poetry
Another world
An artist's view
Contradiction
Compliments
Monster?
Whos there?
Edge
Reality
Side effects
History?
Epitaph
Someone
Bring me back from the dead
Don't come close
Jealousy
Inheritance
Empty
Wallflower
Sea
Rain.pt.2
Growing Up
Quietly
Beauty
Prayer
Potter
Incomplete
Grave call
Saviour
Let's leave
Love me still
And I write

Undead

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                             Heart
I hurt myself by being drunk in love
I tear myself down because I think it doesn't hurt
I hope on that it'll get better
I'm caged in a chest and forced to beat forever
Now I know why caged birds sings
They want to be heard through their melodies
Stupid enough to believe obvious lies
Don't you get it, helping them is useless
They've always ignored your cries
Running after passing joy
The more I move the more I'm left behind
Can't ever break free from my mind,
But if I do how will I survive?
                               Mind
Overthinkings become a habit
Every time I catch myself red handed
It's getting blurry, my breaths on hold
I ask myself constantly, will it ever stop
I should stop gaslighting myself, it's unhealthy
But if it cures my pain, it's the right deed isn't it
Throbbing, hurting, stabbing, when will these voices shut up
Don't they get tired by putting me down
I'm too sensitive, a bit crazy and melodramatic
Nothing works, I can't control it
It's not in my hands to rule it
I want it to go numb, overdosed by morphine
I wish my heart stopped beating
But then how will I live without it

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