She is

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She never came in tiptoes

She came in

Like a raging avalanche

She never asked

Only demanded heftily

She never bothered

Only did what she pleased

She didn’t show love

She said she was a narcisist

She gave no heed to insults

She had the sharpest tongue

She never cared about beauty

She felt she was other-worldly

She never laughed or cried

She either smirked from mockery

Or yelled for answers

She was never with a crowd

She gave lot of self time

She never felt alone

Because she was alone

Hunger, never satisfied

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Too much noise,so much commotion

Lots of disturbance,meaning I crave

Empty,sick,senseless words

Wicked imbeciles,foolish stupids

Purity and sense is all I demand

Lies and hypocrisy,deception and pride,crashing

Truth,modesty,find no space,no room

Trails of stink they leave,they go,they come

Scattering darkness,burning the light

Sparks I dream,brightness I search

Clashing,clashing,I try moving forward

To survive,a challenge,to live,a victory

Give it up

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Give it up

When you see the light is gone

Give it up

When you can’t feel the feel no more

When the meaning is gone

What’s in holding on?

When the purpose is forgotten

What’s in fighting hard?

When the breath is already spent

You don’t water a lifeless plant

Then why watering a dead cause

You don’t live a deceased life

Then why watering a departed hope

Accept it

Though grueling it maybe

Be cynical

If that’s meant to be

Surviving, not living

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Saying no to something you’d kill for

Cravings you can’t control

Desire you can’t put an end to

Longing, trying too hard to resist

Yearning dying too bad to combust

Wish, wistful to be fulfilled

Aspiration strongly to be achieved

So many wants, wanting

Goals waiting

Targets raising, yet uncared

Stakes higher than ever

Yet there’s no stir, no emotion

Not a hope or answer

Not an inch of progress

Not a spur of belief

Faith is gone

Life is bleak and dark

Reason is lost

So is the purpose

What’s there to be?

What’s there to exist?

If there’s no sense in living

No chance in surviving

Attempt failed

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I try to fake it

Try to make myself believe

That it’s okay

That it’s fine, and I don’t care

But it hurts

Cuts me deep

Like I’m bleeding inside

I want to run

Somewhere I can expel

Tears build up inside

But they don’t like to roll down

They agree with me

They know I don’t like to look feeble

But I am, aren’t I?

I wish I had something to clutch

To embrace my rumpling self

But again

I look like a masochist

Who would even notice?