TO THE MOON AND NEVER BACK

By SweetSimu

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❝ ...and like the moon she had a side of her so dark, that even the stars couldn't shine on it; she had a sid... More

TO THE MOON AND NEVER BACK
[i] • Sunshine & Moonlight
[ii] • Those faded books
[iii] • All she needed was love
[iv] • Stains
[v] • Greatest Weapon
[vi] • A Peaceful Lullaby
[vii] • Love
[viii] • A Tiresome Day (Part - 1)
[viii] • A Tiresome Day (Part - 2)
[ix] • No Flaws To Hide
[x] • Do You Remember?
[xi] • Come out, my angel
[xii] • Her place in the stars
[xiii] • A very short forever
[xiv] • Home sweet home
[xv] • Another poem for you
[xvi] • Golden and Silver (His P.O.V)
[xvi] • Golden and Silver (Her P.O.V)
[xvii] • Colourful stars
[xviii] • Nowhere to go
[xix] • Heart's lament
[xx] • Delicate light
[xxii] • Frosted Emotions
[xxiii] • Live, Laugh, Love
[xxiv] • A poem of scars
[xxv] • Luna
[xxvi] • Young Soul
[xxvii] • A tale of three queens
[xxviii] • 00:02
[xxix] • Rose
[xxx] • Starry nights
[xxxi] • Evil in angel's halo
[xxxii] • Spinal Cord
[xxxiii] • Homesick
[xxxiv] • Off-Scale
[xxxv] • Hey, tiny human being
[xxxvi] • Speed of Light
[xxxvii] • To the Boy in Red-&-Blue Shirt (Part - 1)
[xxxvii] • From the Girl in Red Shoes (Part - 2)
[xxxviii] • Lost Treasure
[xxxix] • Celestial Song
[xl] • Fifteen Candles
[xli] • Radium (Part - 1)
[xli] • Polonium (Part - 2)
[xlii] • Of rain and rainbows
[xliii] • Random Clusters of Crime

[xxi] • Psycho

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By SweetSimu

Psychopath
(n.) a person suffering from a chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behaviour.

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storms in my soul, lightning and thunder
looks so peaceful from outside, no wonder
plotting acts of revenge in my insane brain
without any action, ignoring the burning pain

probably a pshyco, killing them in my mind
without a single trace of crime, you can find
hands drenched in blood behind my sweet grin
commotion within me of anger, sorrow and sin

hiding my beast in a cage as sweet as honey
fearing its escape by either love or money
sugary words naturally slip out of my tongue
while throwing salt in my eyes and see it stung

apparently, a pshyco, with a mind overthinking
for being not like them; not drinking and smoking
losing my piece of mind with all the negative vibes
and allowing my strength to desist as it divides

arms open to accept love but not in desperation
seeing no one to soothe my storm, my frustration
this feeling of emptiness or the outburst of grief
maybe this is mental retardedness in their belief

perhaps a pshyco, with my feelings burning inside
watching my self-esteem as it withered and died
selling umbrellas to protect all of them from rains
while the acid rain burns my heart, arteries and veins

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we all are warriors; surviving the mental and/or physical bullying.
with tonnes of love,
SweetSimu.

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