Eunoia

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Darkness,
creeps upon my shouders.
Acts like a shadow covered in my sarrow.
I feel like I'm in the deep, but it's actually a shallow sea.
I feel free in the depths of poetry.

In the abyss, you find me;
thinking of the poetry sinking through my head.
Telling the thoughts of how I beg to be dead.
The scars on my thighs hide the lies.

Here I lay on the floor,
Broken inside.
I say the words, "I'm fine."
But my mind is hiding the lie.

Madness,
it engulfs me as I breathe.
At least, that's what they tell me.
My eyes are black;
I'm having an anxiety attack.

Can we throwback to the past?
I want to be happy, like I was when I was little.
But now, I'm invisible.
A ghost that has lost the host's voice.
Suffering was a choice.

Pain takes away the gain.
I lost so many friends.
Everything's falling apart, again.

I'm a glass half full.
I tell myself that I am beautiful.
But I look into the mirror, and I
only see the horror of those eyes.
Full of black and disguise.

I'm a glass half full.
Days of happiness and madness.
They say stop acting like this.
Thanks, that makes it more of a mess.

Now, I have less.
Because you decided to get rid of me.
By ignoring my space.
Oh, I felt so out of place.

You don't know how I feel,
Until it happens to you.
And I hope that you won't let it happen to you.
I took that rope, I have no way to cope.

The sirens came pouring in.
The rain and tears are falling again.
I had none. I stared blankly at the sun.
My throught burned. As I felt the rope.

Darkness came again,
now I have drowned.
Rumors have spread throughout the town.
The warrior has fallen and crashed down.

The desperate calls are screaming now.
Pleading out, scream and shout.
The town has been scarred with memories
Of the girl who told stories.

The school is silent.
Posters are held up to end the violent thoughts.
The girl who could never make shot,
proved us wrong.

Oh, now we sing this song.
A poem that she wrote
before she drowned the boat.