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The Lovers

Kaja Horvat, 2024

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The Moaner by MM

You say I am moaning.

Am I just not being heard?

You say I am a crier.

Have I had no space for tears?

You’re supposed to be my mother.

Am I just a burden?

You say that I can talk to you.

Shall I try to?

You say I am a moaner.

I say you were never there.

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Personal thoughts

Today I have woken up depressed

Had the most wonderful dream of a love that I know I will never have, I know I will never have this because I have been told, I also choose to stay in the relationship in which I’m told “he will never be a lovey dovey person” he knows something is wrong yet I cannot mention it, I am really trying not to break down into tiny little pieces as that’s how I feel, tiny.

It seems as I’m writing this it is pushing me closer and closer to those tears, so I suppose that is all for now.

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Personal thoughts

Usually I listen to music as I write my music.

Fleetwood Mac is impossible to listen to while writing.

The craftsman ship is unmatched.

Utterly and beautifully haunting.

Disturbing me in the best way.

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Empty space by MM

My mind is blank

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Like the space between,

How many seconds alone,

Should I want to scream?

Poem by MissMadness

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Saviour By MM

The past is running and I’m not far behind,

there’s no stopping the clocks and there’s no stopping the crime.

When I catch up I’ll have something to say,

I’ll sit down to speak and let the words come your way.

When life gets too hard don’t look at me in vain, for I’m the one who dies to protect you from the pain.

A lot of moments pass,

And some linger on.

But no more will they linger, once I’m finally gone.

Poem by MissMadness

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Doctor by MM

Catch me a break cos I’m in need

To speak to a person to plant the seed

That help is there but not in arms

Behind their unofficial charms

I’m told to call and make things right

But getting through is half the fight

A battle that I just can’t win

How can I free my mind within

Catch me a break cos I’m in need

To speak to a person to plant the seed

That help is there but not in arms

Behind their unofficial charms

There are times I see humanity

The same as how I do see me

Not that of facades and all things magic

But down to earth and hopelessly tragic

Catch me a break cos I’m in need

To speak to a person to plant the seed

That help is there but not in arms

Behind their unofficial charms

Poem by MissMadness

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Personal thoughts

My nights really do consist of sleeping in all day, staying awake all night and day so that I can sleep the next day, and repeat, I fear sleep and I don’t know why, i don’t think I have ever had control

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Personal thoughts

I’ve always been anxious, but my god has depression hit like a tornado, it would be good for this tornado to swallow me whole.

How can people just be in a world and accept shitty fake friendships, relationships, boyfriends, even family sometimes, I have to work for what I want in life because I’m told to? Even working full time doesn’t pay life now does it, I am in a crisis as I am sure everyone else is, of course my crisis is more personal, it’s genuinely the end of my world :/

I wish I didn’t exist.

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Restless by MM

I’ve been depressed for about 5 months now, today is my birthday and I want nothing more than to shrivel up, so in celebration, here is a poem I wrote last week about how I feel, interpret it how you will

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In the morning the sunlight used to flicker.

Through my see through drapes at 8am, birds, they would bicker.

Sounds of the day came seeping in

Through my slightly cracked window the mornings begin

As radiant are thou, those flickering lights

I should have knew then that I long for the nights

When the world is still and the sky turns black

Finally, myself, staring back

Like a mirror in the sky you wouldn’t believe

Just how much you forget to see

At 12am i can come alive

Unlike the day where I hardly survive.

Poem by MissMadness