No one could've saved me from my utter misery, it feels sad that the one that could was needle miles away. hope you enjoy this hopeless piece of senseless words!
A poem. To the girl who saved my life, if she ever reads this.
WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
Feeling unworthy of someoneโs effort to help you, even if you need it.
A short poem of mine on YouTube: https://youtube.com/shorts/J6Cwdt4RYy0?feature=share
Parasomnia ch3, story 6/7. The ground was freezing cold and the howling wind blew right through me, chilling me to the bone. My muscles had long ago gone stiff and I had lost all feeling in my legs. I...
Parasomnia ch3, story 2/7.
The thunder from above had become deafening, it was vibrating throughout the room. The light bulb was swinging back and forth, its moving light was making the room look ali...
Parasomnia ch3, story 1/7. I felt nothing... I heard nothing... The only thing I could see was a blurry silhouette coming towards me.
Parasomnia ch3, story 4/7. "Let me in, let me in, LET ME IN!" madness screamed and yanked the old door handle. I hardly flinched anymore. It had been going on for hours and I was tired of fighting. I ...
A poem I made about Satan who is called the accuser, when he trys to accuse a Christian.
More weird dystopia and State-run mind control. Everyones favourite topic.
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Mira was a lonely girl who decided to take pity on an abandoned cemetery.
No one could've saved me from my utter misery, it feels sad that the one that could was needle miles away. hope you enjoy this hopeless piece of senseless words!
A poem. To the girl who saved my life, if she ever reads this.
WARNING: themes of past suicidal thoughts
A poem inspired by a song and my own experiences
Feeling unworthy of someoneโs effort to help you, even if you need it.
A short poem of mine on YouTube: https://youtube.com/shorts/J6Cwdt4RYy0?feature=share
Parasomnia ch3, story 6/7. The ground was freezing cold and the howling wind blew right through me, chilling me to the bone. My muscles had long ago gone stiff and I had lost all feeling in my legs. I...
Parasomnia ch3, story 2/7.
The thunder from above had become deafening, it was vibrating throughout the room. The light bulb was swinging back and forth, its moving light was making the room look ali...
Parasomnia ch3, story 1/7. I felt nothing... I heard nothing... The only thing I could see was a blurry silhouette coming towards me.
Parasomnia ch3, story 4/7. "Let me in, let me in, LET ME IN!" madness screamed and yanked the old door handle. I hardly flinched anymore. It had been going on for hours and I was tired of fighting. I ...
A poem I made about Satan who is called the accuser, when he trys to accuse a Christian.
More weird dystopia and State-run mind control. Everyones favourite topic.
NOT MY POEM** <a href="http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/pushed-away" target="_blank">familyfriendpoems.com/p..</a>
Mira was a lonely girl who decided to take pity on an abandoned cemetery.