Magic is not here, no more.
It would never fit me.
Reality, fame and you.
Never doubt myself.
All those fairy tales stories and all the world you promised before.
Bigger house, new circumstances, out of my head.
All those high class maintenance you described on like I was Anastasia Steels.
I forgot who I really am.
It would never fit me.
I'm as feminine as Taylor Swift but another side of me leading me into Taylor Momsen.
Can't deny it.
I couldn't be the one as you were asked for.
I would be just me, sitting on my throne leading people back to hell.
Do tell how much it would meant to be?
Finding your soul trapped in purgatory
and I was the only best one could save you?
I will let you die down there.
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
Nothing much to say about the poem.
One day she met a guy. He was perfect in every aspect of life. He has all she ever wanted. But perfection in relationship is totally bullshit. There is no perfect match, imo. It's only two imperfect person who willingly to accept each other flaws and still in a strong commitment. That's real true love.
Even he looks so perfect in everything BUT,
If being with him make you feel lots of insecurity, if being with him make you lose yourself and you can't be who you really are, if being with him make you anxious, if being with him he never even care about your true color, so many judgement about your flaws, if being with him he never show you affection and just for a psychical touch only, BELIEVE ME he was just using you. WAKE UP. Because You deserve someone who can make you smile, who love you for who you are not trying to make you his own doll, his fav property, he should be a friend, act like a lover also who treat you better not only just giving you the world you wanted to.
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It's just one of those days.
I told you all things to remain.
In the middle of the night.
When I couldn't get my pills.
Before I lose my mind again.
Hours after hours.
I'm already dead.
The moon is disappeared.
The sun is gone.
Where will I belong to?
Jesus? Death? Mother? You? my demons?
It's just one of those nights.
The candle burned inside of me.
I'm dead but I don't want to die anymore.
Sometimes,
Just once in a while.
In a second your It's just one of those days.
I told you all things to remain.
In the middle of the night.
When I couldn't get my pills.
Before I lose my mind again.
Hours after hours.
I'm already dead.
The moon is disappeared.
The sun is gone.
Where will I belong to?
Jesus? Death? Mother? You? my demons?
It's just one of those nights.
The candle burned inside of me.
I'm dead but I don't want to die anymore.
Sometimes,
Just once in a while.
In a second your silhouette haunt me.
Show me you there.
Even if I can't feel it.
-Vivian Lin
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Posted: Dec 2019
About this poem:
One day when you relapse and you do really need someone as a companion to comfort you, someone you expect to be your best side to at least giving you more time, but they were all gone and disappeared. So the only thing you could do just write everything on paper like I do.
I know people have their own business.
So since that day I never beg for their time. Never beg for attention etc. People will make time if they want to. If they're not, just walk away.
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I know you love me.
Oh no. You didn’t.
You only love him.
All for him.
All about him.
I know you love me.
But you’ve never lent your arms to me.
Heaven knows when I cried.
Hell knows when I put myself into the darkest night by myself.
I know you love me.
For sure, I mean nothing to you.
I know where I belong.
I know where I come from.
But I’d never belong to you.
I know you love me.
You did care but it wasn’t you.
It wasn’t for me.
Or am I just a mistake to you?
To be your daughter ?
Am I just that bad?
I’ve never gotten a forehead kiss from you.
Not even just a hug.
I know you love me.
But truth showed me everything.
That you left me no choice to hate you.
I’ve been trying to understand.
But it keeps repeating again and again.
God knows I've tried.
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
It's about a woman and her cold relationship with her mother. It's sad and true. It is.
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Sometimes you don't need anyone,
and want to be alone.
Keep the distance away from people.
You've suddenly became a loner.
Less talk.
Sad eyes.
No more smile and laugh between us.
You shield yourself.
Then I realized.
Actually you just want to be found.
With them asking "are you okay?"
That is enough for you.
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
Nothing to say because it's written on it. Simple question like "are you okay?" really could help someone or people to feel better. OR at least prevent suicide.
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When your family treated you like sh*t.
You felt something wrong with them including yourself.
You don't understand.
You confused.
And you were questioning yourself.
Many times, million times.
About love and faith.
You were asking why.
How this could happened to me?
Meanwhile other could treat you better than your own family.
So she stopped wasting her time.
You always have a choice whether just being wasted.
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
Well, I wrote this to tell you about a girl.
Her mother never even remember her birthday. She never gotten wish from her dad and her mom in all her birthday. Now she is 30 years old. And she feels so sad and disappointed towards them. But she got love from friends, from an old guy she called him "Dad" and from an old lady she called her "Mom" to replaced her real parents.
She is okay now. She is happy.
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