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 Jan 2019 Sky
pluviophile
middle name

something some people flaunt
they say it within their introduction

something some people admit
a half-hidden secret

something some people hide
deny, refuse, reject

something some people lack
so they never think about it

anxiety is my middle name
 Jan 2019 Sky
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 Jan 2019 Sky
Anthony Esposito
As the sky begins to open up above.
Below there lies a girl who’s given up.
She sits on the concrete crying once again.
Her reflection in her tears mirrors back at her.
She asks herself quietly,
What for?

Lessons learned from a past of broken promises.
Beat against her head scratching to be released.
She cries out “daddy why does this keep happening to me?”
Why me?
What for?

Lightning crashes and thunder roars.
She walks the concrete steaming floor.
Her tears blend with the rain dripping down her face.
She asks herself,
What for?
What for?
 Dec 2018 Sky
Elizabeth
It was December 2, and the sun fell early on that cold, dark, night. The kitten purred at my door and the soft meow sounded as though the snow was slowly flowing beneath my bare feet. Outside I sat waiting for something to come from the stars, maybe a shooting star or a beam of light calling me to the darkness that was soon to come after the stars finished their game of hide and seek. I sat playing hide and seek with my thoughts, hiding all the feelings I once felt from his warm touch as the weather grew colder in late November. I was ridden to my bed, in sullen darkness where nothing but a porch light peaked through my stained curtains. I was stuck playing hide and seek where no one ever found me hiding beneath my bed, away from all the demons and monsters that called me into the night.
Beneath my bed I lay
 Nov 2018 Sky
Jessica S
breaking
 Nov 2018 Sky
Jessica S
Every sip I take
Every bad choice I make
Nothing makes me forget
That every single time
..
I break
 Nov 2018 Sky
larni
lost (in you)
 Nov 2018 Sky
larni
lost in the music
lost in the sky                    
lost in the ocean          
that lives in your eyes
 Nov 2018 Sky
eileen
Angels bow
 Nov 2018 Sky
eileen
Cutting my head off
I want my life to turn off
_________

Off with his head
All I ever wished is for his silence
His silent death
 Nov 2018 Sky
Deanna
your name
 Nov 2018 Sky
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 Nov 2018 Sky
Tess
Untitled
 Nov 2018 Sky
Tess
Isn't it ironic,
That people who hang themselves
Struggle to breathe
When their feet no longer touches the ground
They're struggling to breathe,
To live,
When their intention,
Is just the opposite.
Fact: Everyday on an average, 121 people commit suicide.
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