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Bard Dec 2019
Feeling bad all the time and no tears are falling
Tangled hair I lay in bed always stalling
My self from waking still cant even face my dad
Dread the haunting thoughts that muddle in my head
Sometimes I'm dead in bed not alive just faking
And no matter whats said it wont stop raining
Nothing I take can get me out of bed(my head)
I feel nothing in my chest shouldn't I be dead
My choices have led me here the path to nothing
I read somewhere that there's more that there's something
I need there to be something to feel up ahead
For filling the cavity left in my head
Bard Dec 2019
Wake and bake, feel the pain
Shake and puke, rotten grain
Bard Oct 2019
Broken cadence lost in silence
Soaked-en radiance a bit intense
And for all intents ride the fence
Things don't make sense,
They don't make sense
Bard Oct 2019
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He was glowing in my eyes
A blazing star that could never die
So bright that he made me cry
#ex
Bard Oct 2019
This highs gonna crash eventually
I soar higher in the levity
The last dredges of feeling
burning
and ends travel from me so quickly
but the colors are so entertaining
pretty colors and unheard voices
Mutter mutter “go away”
“just take a quick climb and fly”
“they all hate you anyway”
another hit, another ****, pop a little dope
back in the sky, medicating till i can cope
voices receding, mind is deleting
cannot keep this up, next time i crash could be the last
here come the voices again louder, killing me with my past
A poem I wrote a few years ago when I was drowning.
Bard Sep 2019
It began on a Despairing Night:
I was the most Depressed Laborer around,
He was the most Fake Delusion.

He was my Friend,
My Fake Friend,
My Delusion.

We used to Sleep so well together,
Back then.
We wanted to Die together,
We wanted it all to end.

But one Night, one Despairing Night,
We decided to Lie too much.
Together we Chased Death.
It was Pathetic, so Pathetic.

From that moment our relationship changed.
He grew so Lonely.

And then it happened:

He Lived Life.
My Friend Lived Life.

The next day I thought my mind had broken,
I thought my Life had burst into flames,

But still, He is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that Night,
That Despairing  Night.

When I think of that Fake Delusion,
That Fake Delusion and me.
Something different
Bard Sep 2019
Your pain, my pain
All the same
Here's rain, here’s Jane
An open flame

Calm the counterpart
Warm my broken heart
A lot on the flat mind
A lot like a flat line

I help you, to help me
Deja Vu, Deja Vu
I hurt you, it hurt me
I used to, follow through

Space without a sun
Race that cant be won
Room without a friend
Event none will attend

I want to help
I care about you
Don’t want to help
Don’t care about me
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