Alone

The bell rung, signaling the end of class. Noise erupted from the students as they got up to leave. They went to each others’ side and made small talk.. Sharing jokes as they slowly filtered out.

No one noticed the girl sitting at the back of the class all by herself. She didn’t have a crowd to identify with, so she stayed alone. No one gave a single glance in her direction as they left, their laughter and words fading as they walked away.

Soon, the class was empty and she was left alone with her shadow and her thoughts. All alone.. As always…

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Drugs

Cocaine gets you high and dependant

Till you can’t live without it…

Alcohol gets you tipsy and drunk

Till you can’t see straight…

Weed gets you high

A false sense of euphoria….

But love…

That’s the worst drug of them all…

Gets you high..

Gets you drunk…

Gets you addicted…

Gets you low…

Gets you depressed…

We were warned about using drugs…

Told that they could kill you…

No one talks about love tho

How bad it hits…

How bad it hurts…

And how it, the sweetest drug of them all

Can kill you too…

Fatally Flawed

Happy and smiling…

Joking and laughing…

Sad and lonely…

Crying softly…

Changing so fast…

Like wind.. In a gust…

Hurts her soul…

The one she feels should be healed by now..

Wanting to end more than just the pain…

Desperate for a life she had before…

Not willing to go out of her way to do the deed…

But not willing to fight it either…

If it comes her way…

So be it…

She’ll welcome it with open arms..

For just like her…

Death has been a reject as well…

Nyctophilia

She sleeps a lot…

Dad says she is lazy..

That she’ll never go far…

Mum stopped waking her

Says she should grow up…

She knows why she does it..

She knows why she is constantly in bed..

The darkness behind her eyelids

She finds it comforting…

Like a hug she can’t get…

An embrace from the dark…

Her sleep isn’t peaceful…

Rarely ever is…

But she’d pick her nightmares

Over her reality…

Because in the darkness

You know to expect frights and spooks…

But in reality…

There’s unpredictability…

So you can’t really blame her

When she chooses to sleep her days away..

Draptomania

The walls feel like they are closing in…

She can’t breathe…

The air is too thin…

She needs to get away…

Fast…

Away from everything…

Away from everyone…

From her mind

From her body…

From the voices

From the pain..

Away…

Far away…

Memories…

You’ve never seen me fly…
You’ve never seen my wings…
Large and majestic …
Strong and bright…
I’d sore further than the human eye could see…
Further than Peter Pan could ever be…
Into a world of bliss..
Happiness…
The type that ceased to exist…

Melancholy (pt 3)

Her heart sung once again

A tune that had no refrain…

Different from the other nights

For this time, she had been visited by new frights…

It hummed its melody low

Soft and nothing close to mellow…

It’s dark harmonies danced on her skin

Lingering a little longer on the lacerations.. The little paths in…

Her heart thumped a steady hum

Her eyes shut tight, her body numb..

Her song went on an on

Consuming her, mind body and soul..

The haunted melody wanted her life to take

Lulling her into a sleep from which she would never wake…