there is no fucking hope
when you seek solace in the past
where you know tomorrow will never come
because you just don't want it to.
he was my sunday
where I didn't care what I looked like
how I acted
what I did
because it was just another day
that I took for granted
but nobody likes it when the weekend is over.
so he left me
making me feel as empty
as the corners of her womb
where there was no such thing
as sanity.
for what seemed like forever
I was clinging onto memories
and I still am
but things are too fragile
to even talk about
so we leave the dust
to settle on pictures
where he was never happy.
but still I try to convince myself he cares
and if silence was ever meant to say more than words
then I'll be damned.
Author notes
x d e m o n i c x a n g e l x
[Very personal.]
A contest entry
- abecedarian workshop; auditions. (PREWRITES) by dieu..
450 points, ended July 11, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - the asylum rounds;; auditions. [do you have what it takes?] by heavenbird.
800 points, ended August 6, 61 entries
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This is wonderful sweety. I loved it a lot, and I understand where it comes from. Your free-verse is lovely. I am surprised you didn't win a trophy for this. Shame on them.
Well done on this one, dear. 
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This is a very amazing piece lil' cabbage I just hope things are alright with you
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i love this!!!its amazing!!
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KEK!
this totally makes sense
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Wow, this is powerful poetry you've got here. I absolutely love it.
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Thankies :]
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