This is a collection of poems which questions our mortality, our existence, our beliefs, who we love and why we love.
In the poems you could get yourself ready to read the feelings and emotions of a teenager who has and still goes through a roller...
Unfathomable memories Of hate, disgust and vile Tear ducts overflowing, mimicking Pain and despair Thoughts running wildly In the messy cave called a brain
Fear of being unloved Hatred towards one's self Consciously acting to remain in posture To keep the evils at bay But seared deeply By an array of judgement Clawing and clutching Tearing apart the soul
Neglected and unwanted Mocking smiles and hateful comments Pushing towards the brink To loose control To loose face To fire back with interest
Standing steady In front of the reflective surface Facing a soulless piece of meat Ragged breaths and a thousand more tears Ruining one's self esteem Ripping apart dignity Shredding the once lived kindness Wrapping it up with anger
Before you ask me why it looks incomplete... It is... This was a suggestion given by someone... She pleaded and asked me to write this. So basically, the story is not directly related to me but I sensed her distress when I wrote this. She told me a story and asked me to make a poem and this is the result. The rest will come by when she feels like letting out. So thank you for undersatnding...
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