Words unsaid
Tears never shed
Hidden in the dark
Silently, my fears bled
Nothing haunts peace
More than surrenders, i regret
Every scar screams for mercy
As my meager pleas go unread
I submerged my soul
In the pool of boiling lead
It’s unbelievable though
How the time sped
With every passing second
My sanity fled
I am dying to apologize
For the decisions i dread
But who do i say sorry to
Who do i behead
When i am the demon
Who tore my poor life .. shred by shred..
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Stoner on a rollercoaster 
Grim, yet poetic. I didn’t know you are such a verse weaver. 😀 Nice Alyana.
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you dont know anything nenad. 😄
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beautiful!
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thank you 🙂
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when i am the demon (y) loved it
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thanks hun. for stopping by and appreciating 🙂
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beautiful….expressive and meaningful….complete in itself…..!
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thanks hun. when you appreciate something, I feel my effort paid off. I am not kidding. 🙂
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I get it, totally
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I can’t say I am glad you get it..
because to get it you have to be on the same page, in the same boat and I dont want anybody to experience anything like that.
thanks for commenting 🙂
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Me, being the reader can relate to words unsaid, tears never shed, hidden in the dark, silently my fears bled. Probably not the same reason you wrote about. Reading your poem took me to a dark place. Memories instilled forever. Emotional.
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we all have different reason hidden deep underneath the layers of words.
everybody starts traveling to their own memories.
thanks again
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We are all our own worst enemy, no? Difficult dragons to slay come in many forms. I’m betting you’re strong enough to fend them off though. 😊
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Because we know ourselves best and we know what can damage us the most. Still we chose to be distructive to our own selves.
Yea. I guess 🙂
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We just can’t help ourselves. 😕
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ahahah thats what I believe now.
but we shouldn’t stop trying.
and never stop hoping that things can be fixed.
I tell my friends 1 thing. even if I get 4 more days to live, I will never stop looking forward to those 4 days. and I will keep trying.
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Yep. As badly as we treat ourselves, it still beats the alternative. Life is a gift, no matter how bead we think it is. 😊
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This has to be bad..😆
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😃
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Please tell me it’s not bead it’s bad..please please pretty please
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What? The alternative? Well, there’s only one thing that could be. You’re either living…or you’re not. 😃
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Oh God.
My ocd is kicking in.
The word ‘bead’ in you comment is actually ‘bead’?
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Hahaha! No, that was supposed to be “bad”. But Dead is the alternative that living beats. 😃😃
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Ahahhahaha
Thank God!
Thats what i meant when i said ‘this has to be ‘bad’..’ 😆
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I hate autocorrect…and big fingers. Don’t always mix well with typing on a phone. 😃😃
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Ahhahaa i know..your autocorrect is still well behaved
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Not always. 😃
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😆
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these words have so much depth in them they speak to me ❤ well done again on a brilliant poem. xxx
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thanks hun. I got carried away writing it.
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It’s full of awesomeness 🙌💖
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Thanks hun 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you 🙂
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This IS so well expressed.
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sorry saw this comment just now. thanks a lot for appreciating 🙂
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No issues. You are welcome. 🙂
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