Cryptic Destruction

All my late night thoughts in poetic writing In my wonderland, I'm the queen and the world bows before me👑 I drown myself in my own thoughts and I really don't think that's very healthy

[hs-writes]

Sometime Past Midnight It's sometime past midnight and for once we're saying things we mean It's sometime past midnight and we can't control our crying It's sometime past midnight and we're all self destructing It's sometime past midnight and our demons are being released -H.S

[hs-writes]

Sorry for making you wait 

Sorry for hesitating 

Sorry for being broken 

Sorry for hurting you 

Sorry for dragging you down 

Sorry for playing with your feelings 

Sorry for making you cry 

Sorry for shattering you into a million pieces 

And sorry that I’m not sorry at all

-H.S

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Beautiful Pain 

They say she was pretty when she was crying 

They say she was beautiful with blood trickling out of her cuts 

They say she was elegant when she was sprawled on the floor surrounded by pills 

They say she was stunning when she hung from the rope 

Why did nobody tell her she was beautiful without the pain?

-H.S

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3 Weeks After 2 years Alone

It was like 3 years compressed into 3 weeks

Never had I known how much could happen in 3 weeks

Never had I known someone could hurt that much in 3 weeks

Never had I known such insecurity in 3 weeks

Never had I known I could completely shatter in 3 weeks

Never had I known it could still hurt after half a year

-H.S

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Silent Attempts in the Washroom

It was always the same cycle She’d fill the tub with water, slip inside, and sit for about half an hour Thinking about life and what lies beyond it Then she’d submerge under the water And open her eyes, watching as her vision turns blurry and the light begins to fade Holding her breath hoping she’ll somehow eventually drown and die

Then she’d burst outta the water coughing And disappointed she never ventured past life this time One day someone will find her body after her spirit already left to find the afterlife

-H.S

[hs-writes]

You made me die inside But somehow that was alright

-H.S

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Suffrage

We expressed ourselves with writings in alleyways

So that maybe when they drag us there

They’ll see our grief splattered on the walls and consider

Before tying us up, tearing our clothes, and bending us over.

-H.S

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High School

In high school girls lose their pink skirts and boys lose their graphic tees

In high school girls start wearing less and boys start observing

In high school girls lose self respect and boys lose self regulation

In high school girls end up giving in and boys laugh.

In high school nobody fought back

-H.S

[hs-writes]

I crave to be your happiness 

I crave to be your strength 

I crave to be your comfort I crave to be your 2am thoughts 

I crave to be your right hand 

And I crave to be yours 

But babe you crave for meaningless things… 

While I search for the meaning in you 

 -H.S

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He was looking at me With his big brown eyes And enchanting smile Pushing me into his world My mind tried to fight back But my heart had already been taken away

Wait this was a familiar feeling The boy before had made me feel just the same It’s trouble He’s trouble And I know how this will end But this feeling is the kind of feeling you can easily recognize but can’t help but fall for And I fall for it every time And I break myself every time

-H.S

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The day I close my eyes for the final time oh skies could you be this stunning so I may believe for at least a second that the world I'm leaving was always a beautiful place. 

 -H.S

[hs-writes]

He kissed my neck but never my lips.

He spoke love but never held my hand.

He touched but never wanted to embrace.

And it all felt empty… because it was all wrong.

-H.S

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Thoughts From My Window

From my window I wonder about the people that live in the distant buildings I see.

From my window I wonder about the being that made such beauty.

From my window I wonder what it’s like to be completely free.

From my window I wonder who I could be.

And from my window I plea That these thoughts will one day swallow me.

-H.S

[hs-writes]

With a voice of a 7 year old, she whispered cryptic destruction to herself every night and broke herself more than they’d already had.

-H.S

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Finding the Sun

In earlier days you were my sun, always shining and lighting up my path. Little did I know the sun sets and night falls.

Then one day you left for good, leaving me in the haunting dark. I couldn’t tell time and I had never felt so lost before.

I didn’t know what I wanted nor who I was anymore. I wandered alone in the night and I learned to cope in the darkness but was never truly happy.

Then I found her. Slowly but steadily she led me to the places I wanted to be. But it was dark and I couldn’t tell who she was.

Then she became the sun and when day came again I saw it all clearly. I was her all along.

I’d lost him when he threw me into the night, but I finally found myself, and somehow that was everything. It was worth losing him because I’d found something much more valuable.

Then you realize he should have never been your light. Find yourself and be your own sun.

-H.S

[hs-writes]

Oh Alice, I was like you falling headfirst not knowing what’s ahead in my wonderland.

I didn’t know there would be an evil queen and I couldn’t understand the mad hatter until I became much madder than he was.

-H.S