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Life
I’m dying, bleeding to death in front of a whole crowd. Not one seems to notice a thing; they just look and keep going. They walk back and forth right on a pile of blood. Do they see it? Is it really invisible or am I invisible? I try to move but I’m stuck right where I stand, I watch my blood pour right out of me. I’m crying looking for help but there’s no one in sight to help me. Once again I’m left alone; I fall to the ground looking up. I watch the bright blue sky turn into black, as I lay there I feel my whole body and soul break into pieces. Numb is all I feel I’m just so over everything that I don’t mind being alone. This world has become so cruel that it makes me question my own existence. Everything that I thought was real became a fantasy and everything that I thought was fake became reality. I gave my all to get back nothing but pain and disguise. It seems like there’s no light on the other end, all that can be seen is fog. Not a sound is made just lay in silence, always have been afraid to be in my own thoughts. Never seems to get easier when your heart wants one thing but your thoughts always interfere. I’m concisely fighting with myself is that even normal? My demons seem to always be winning, will this fight ever end?
By Angie Ramos8 years ago in Poets
Showman
You are quite an actor, staying hidden behind your mask. The world doesn't see the real you drowning in your flask. Hats off to the performance, but now it’s time to go ahead and let out your rage. Uh oh, put it on pause, it’s time to go back on stage. You tell all these stories, you live all these lies, but I know the secrets hidden in your eyes. I know all the stories. You think think you can just hide. Getting everything done for you. Living on a free ride. Wait… Wait.. she did your makeup wrong, but before you begin the brawl. Smile, Smile, the Curtain is about to fall.
By Sydney Essex8 years ago in Poets
