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Innocence & Purity

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“They say innocence fades with time, but mine was stolen long before I could let it go. This poem shows how one person's innocence was stolen, and how purity turned into scars as they grew up.” Innocence & Purity In childhood— I gazed at my reflection with pure love & affection, Never knowing That one day I would despise  The very face I once adored. As I grew, The hatred deepened— Not just for myself, But for the world  I once held so dearly. Why you ask? Because the world stole from me— The innocence, the purity, The light-hearted laughter  That now trembles Just to keep breathing. The world toyed with my mind Like a ball kicked around— Until torment no longer stung, But grew into an addiction. An addiction born From my own acceptance, Believing I deserved Every shard of agony That carved into me. I thought it was the only escape— Blind to the trap ahead: Snakes slithering, knives glinting, Poison dripping… A cage with no door. Had I known— Would I have chosen d...
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Missing Piece of Me, Myself & I

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Introduction to Poem: "Sometimes, we end up in situations we never wanted to fall into — and the hardest part is trying to fix what feels broken. This could be with a friend, a sibling, or someone close to the heart. If you're going through something like that, this poem is for you. It says the words we often can’t in person — especially for those who struggle to express. So, if this was sent to you… just know that they’re trying. Genuinely." Missing Piece of Me, Myself & I I sit in a quiet, unfamiliar room, wondering where things began to shift. Like a puzzle with one piece gone — I can't seem to find the bit that completes it. I'm still. Unsure. What brought us here? I search for answers, but none appear. It feels like a part of me is missing — because you, the part of me, are sulking. ಠ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ಠ “Communication is the key.” We’ve both said it. But why aren't we using it? I don’t always show my gratitude. Not because I don’t feel it, but because I struggle t...
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WAR:The Battle Within

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Introduction to poem " Everyone goes through a dark phase—alone, scared, and fighting silently, wondering if they’ll ever win the war within.  As someone who’s walked through that storm too, I wrote this to turn those raw emotions into words that speak to the soul. If it reaches even one heart and reminds them that it’s not too late, that they’re doing well and they are loved—then this piece has done its job . '' WAR I stand still in the middle of war, Knowing if I stay here, I'll get hurt. But I still don't budge— As if waiting for an arrow to hit me. This war has been going on for decades, Which makes me question: "Will this ever end?" I keep thinking, while standing still in the middle of war. I stand still in the middle of war, All wounded and burnt. Yet I refuse to fall to the ground. Because if I fall, I'm a loser — A loser who did nothing to save lives, Who gave up on their own life so easily. I refuse to be a loser. I never gave up, and I ne...
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Unsurity & Insecurity

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Unsurity & Insecurity  I'm at that point in life Where everything feels unsure.  I'm at that point in life  That makes me insecure. Which overall, makes me feel suffocated— Suffocated to the point where it's taken a toll on me, Making me more miserable than ever before. I'm so miserable that  My nights are sleepless.  Wondering what's bothering me?  It's me .  I am the problem . Each night, I ask myself :  "Why?  Why do you have to torture yourself so much?  Have you become so addicted to the pain that you can't let it go? " Yes.  It's a yes .  I can never forgive myself for it—  Never. Even though I haven't slept at all,  I still don't feel sleepy.  The person who used to sleep well—  Who even overslept—  Can't sleep anymore . What went so wrong?  What exactly went wrong That I'm in this state?  The answer remains a mystery . Sleepless nights have turned into unbearable headaches , ...
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The Chaos Within Me

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  The Chaos Within Me Life as dark as a dark alley, with all the streetlights broken, Where even the moon can't reach. Lifeless—like a person with no life within, Blankly staring at the ceiling with loud noises running through the mind. The clouds thunder loudly, As if asking a question: " Why can't you? " A question whose answer is known to me, And it breaks hearts into pieces . She kept finding hope in a hopeless life, Hoping she'd find light, Hoping she'd cope with her life, Hoping someone would, just once, become her hope— Just like she was for others . When she was needed by others, She was always there . When she needed others, No one was ever there . She's battling everything all over again, Scared and unsure how long this one is going to last. For her, free time never looked like a blessing— But a curse, Because negativity devoured her in those moments. People around her asked: " Why are you so negative-minded? Why don't you open up? ...
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