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 Dec 2016 Adelaide London
Dahlya
I don’t know what’s coming
The silence is clear
Sharp and painful
And nobody’s near.
I came to get hurt
To be torn apart
With shattered worth
And a broken heart.
I crave the pain
Deep in my skin
Creating warmth
As the darkness seeps in.
There is no telling
What is to come
My mind is racing
And my heart is numb.
I’m a very small piece
On the large scale
Unable to be seen
So I am bound to fail.
The walls are bland
As I look around
For a part of me
That cannot be found.
What will happen
When I see the light
And my soul disappears
Into the night.
 Dec 2016 Adelaide London
Dahlya
I am not a human anymore,
I am just a being
Going through the motions,
Conforming to society.
Emotionless and emotional
All at once
Confusing those around me
And myself.
I cannot connect with you
And I don’t want to try
Because I simply do not care
To waste time.
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know what I am
I am just living
And hoping to survive.
But if I don’t
The world will be just fine
Without me.
 Dec 2016 Adelaide London
Dahlya
She is summer,
Full of laughter and joy
Radiating love and light
Among everyone she sees,
Without a care in the world
She runs free
Adventuring recklessly
Leaving bruises and scraped knees
And losing pieces of herself
As the summer rain begins,
Like the tears she cries
Late at night.
The leaves start to fall
Along with her spirit
And her friends tell her
That her pain is beautiful
Capturing the changes
In pretty photographs,
She feels the air cooling
Sending chills down her spine
And drying up her heart
Like the barren ground
Beneath her feet.
As winter rolls around
She hides away
Fearing the slippery snow
The coats the driveway
And the ice
That has grown in her heart,
She stops talking
And they stop calling
Because her pain
Is no longer beautiful.
As her heart hardens
Into a lifeless seed
That will not sprout,
Spring slowly approaches
The returning warmth
Melting the snow
And revealing fresh soil,
A blank canvas
To paint with life
Turning the seed  
Into a beautiful flower.
And once again
She is summer.
My mind is too full of my thoughts...

                                      Sinking deeper into the abyss.
                             My thoughts swallow me up and then
                         I am consumed by the everlasting darkness.
                      Liarwhoreawfulbitchslutfailure­paincrysadness
                      Notenoughidiotdisappointment­terriblepathetic
                      Dieleavesuicideweakcuthurt­unwanteduglydumb
                       Alonebrokendepresseddarkevilcoldunhappy
                         Cryingstupidnothingharmbloodanger

                           I am sinking deeper into
                           The death of my
                           Terrible
                           Mind.
December 2, 2016
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