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Write about a time when you felt alone, broken, or just hopeless. Write about something that has a lot of emotion. Any style is welcome.
Ended July 30, 2019 • 4 Entries • Created by ravenclawbubble
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Write about a time when you felt alone, broken, or just hopeless. Write about something that has a lot of emotion. Any style is welcome.
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sos97

Three times

I broke three times

mended by chemicals and

words in my own book

the third time

held to a standard

my own life almost took

the second time

a splinter in one

that felt like a shard

the first time

I truly believed

that living was hard

I broke three times

each time a new life

grew out the old corpse

don't break me a forth

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Write about a time when you felt alone, broken, or just hopeless. Write about something that has a lot of emotion. Any style is welcome.
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RyotaFujikawa

Remember

Drop the ribbon now

Watch it fly away

On the frigid breeze

Empty now of everything.

I can't go on

Not another step

When I opened my hand,

I lost my most precious part.

I'm so broken

Bleeding out on

The cold stone of ground

Looking up at the sky.

Wishing for a

Place to rest my head

And aching heart

Wandering for miles

On end

Going nowhere

Left in the rain.

Can anyone find me

Crying in the shadows?

Will they call to me

Or will I fall apart?

I'm so scared to try

But even if I do

Where will I go?

Token falls from my fingers

Gold now tarnished bronze

My reflection is marred and faded

In its dull gleam.

I just fall down

Deep in the pit

Of regrets and endless shame

Fear nipping on my heels

But driving me on.

There's no way out

Save through way of blood

Do I dare or am I

Lost even here?

Fighting a losing battle

Lose to hopeless hope

And lifeless life

Lose.

Wait, I have to--

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Write about a time when you felt alone, broken, or just hopeless. Write about something that has a lot of emotion. Any style is welcome.
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Mahala

The crown on my scalp,

weighs me down...it is a halo of "ocean floor hopelessness".

How many months has it been? Since I've looked at the illistrations, at the poems and the prose upon my floor and smiled in satisfaction? They are all products of misery, of wasted time, why do I try....why do I try when the world will someday end, engulfed in a shroud of golden, god like smoke, what is the point of trying anything, if we shall all be decimated at the last page?

How melancholy and virulent are the thoughts of someone, depressed. These woeful throes of sluggish violence are tiring--showers like forest fires on my skin are the closest thing to a human touch--maybe I'm just lonely. It would make sense after all, how can your roots touch the roots of another tree when you are uprooted every year and relocated. How can you mantain contact wihtout skin, without the touch of a hand on your shoulder...I am the first star in the night sky, and I will be forgotten when the others arrive. Depravity soaks into my skin. It is my lotion, my conditioning of agony--I cry for hours and then feel nothing, for hours, I will lay on the floor, unmoving, as good as dead, a corpse with pale skin, floating meaninglessly in the barren landscape called the "din".

I reach desperatly for the surface of the thousand foot puddle I've cried myself into it. I reach and reach and will my arms to grow long, but the water keeps rising and my breath keeps diving and I don't want to keep living but I've never been a quitter. I build walls when the woman who raised me perished, young. I kept the sun above my head when I was cast into countless, unknown kingdoms called "school", so many, I can't remember the names of half of them. I tried to steady the ocean, when my clan was split, splintered into a thousand shattered jars, all filled with once bright memories, hints of soemthing I shall never have, how jealousy comes to find me, when daughters walk down the street with mothers who have held them since infancy, I miss what I don't know, this mist that collects me collects all of my life's tragedies into one hand and throws a fist into my gut, from my lips pour the tears of unwritten stories and unfinished dreams and ropes that get caught in my throat, because I can no longer sing--there is a defininte chance of dying, of paranoia, but nothing is here in this vacant floor--this dingy carpet beneath my cheek.

I wish this was a dream.