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Amaya Sky

Amaya Sky

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The sun is beating down on me,
Why am I so cold?
In years I’m only fifteen,
Why do I feel so old?

(2013)

Will probably add to this, just a few lines i thought up.

#Confused #Depression #Feelings #Questions

Otras obras de Amaya Sky...
Here again

Days begin to blend as this sicken… I cannot break, so I just bend as… So still I fight to make amends, Stand tall again, but all the whil… Can’t comprehend,
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Weeping Beauty

I’m a mess Define emotional distress Oh yes; behind that cracked mirror You’ll see how fine I’m dressed Black eye
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Closet break

No matter how many smiles, reassur… It never ceases to creep open agai… The skeletons peer out, tauntingly… Watching– predators, Waiting for my entire infrastructu…
Spare me the clichés, I pray.

It’ll get easier, They say, And I agree, In a way, Because there’s a point,
The cycle of life

Looking out my bedroom window, I see the rain on a sunny day. And though the sunlight blinds me… This darkness suffocates me and it… From dusk comes dawn yet sleep eva…
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Unended

Oh my dear suicide Why are you on my mind Again I really need some new friends My dear suicide
Devil in the Sky

I tend to be tense, So I put up a fence, So no one can see My true identity. I decorate it with pictures,
A Tick and A Cross

Right and wrong, A tick, a cross, Two simple words, Yet to me they are lost. They blend and merge,
Untitled

Desperation For clarification A slight indication For differentiation Between real occasions
A journey to soul's end / beginning

I found my haven amidst my hell. Blinded by the thick fog; seeping… Deafened by the howls of hell’s ho… Suffocated by my surroundings; I… The time for meekly meandering aro…
Her

One day Maybe Smile Insanely Cry
Inmate In Me

My mind is a prison so torturous, The inmates, my thoughts, preposte… Complying to their pleads would be… But ignoring their screams could b…
Forgetting me

Just wait And I will fade away Into the fog Of all things Forgotten
Same shit, different day

Descending Round and round and never ending I’m falling Tornado Of my making
Observations of misinformation

Darker days If only they were just a haze As I say Like my brain But I guess it says
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