little-miss-poet

[little-miss-poet]

I held my breath before sinking deep.

Water cleansed what I struggled to clean.

I see your face, you're everywhere I walk.

When I'm alone it's your voice that will talk.

Where have you gone.

Where do you stay?

Sleepless nights.

I feel so unsafe!

Where are you?

Please come home.

Come cuddle with me

I feel so alone.

It's been a few months, and I'm labelled yours.

I just think it's time to close all the doors.

Shut you out like you did to me.

Turn deaf to the sound of your dead heartbeat.

You're non existent, no trace of you found.

Whilst I'm here with him, safe and sound.

I don't care where you've gone.

I don't care where you stay

Sleeping so tight.

I feel so safe!

Don't care Where you are!

Please don't come home.

Im cuddled with him

This is my new home.

He cares what I think.

He cares what I say!

He cares how I feel

And he blows me away.

He'll stroke my cheek

And fight my fears

I'll never be sad

As long as he's here

He sends me to sleep

Right here where I lay

He listens to me

He hears what I say

He knows more about me

Then you cared to look

But now it's time to close the book

It's too late for you

You should of cared more

So now it's time to close the door

He's here for me

And he's here to stay

Now you're alone

Everyday.

You know what it's like

To be where I was

Whilst I'm over here

All Wrapped in love

Now your missing me

Praying I'll stay

But you were the one

Who gave me away...

[little-miss-poet]

Miles Johnston

[little-miss-poet]

Amen.

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[little-miss-poet]

I wish I could explain to you how my brain works in such complexity.

But you're right my dear, I haven't got a ‘consistent personality.’

I'm sorry that having 4 conflicting mental illnesses makes me ‘crazy’.

They’re a part of me and they don't define me.

I want to be genuine. I want to be everything you say I should be.

Yet when I don’t want them the most, that’s when they captivate me.

So listen my dear, I shall drown myself in the foam produced by the pills that I consume.

Cause I am suffocating here in the clouded mist of your toxic perfume.

Cause that warm sunshine that I once grasped onto so desperately, has vanished.

The cold, crisp air that kissed my pasty cheeks, has been banished.

There is no one to blame when it comes to mental illnesses, that’s something you should have known.

To be born with a mind as fucked as mine, it's a battle I should face alone.

We are all here as nourishment to become nutrients to feed into the earth, once we decay.

So for now I lay on the warm sand with pills in my hand and let the cold, crisp tide sweep my life away.

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