Onlytreasure
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27: she/her I love writing ✍️ poems I don’t think I’ll ever stop 🛑 Facebook ,Twitter, Instagram refugee Just a girl trying to survive in this wicked world
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Name:Amaa
Age:27
Sex: female
Pronouns: she/her
Writing poems is a passion
I am just a lonely gem in a cruel world
Feels like the beginning of the end
Once there were dreams but dreams decay,
Rotting like flowers left in the gray.
The heart beats only out of dread,
A body moving, though it’s dead.
No light, no dawn, no distant shore,
Only the dark and nothing more
The earth is cold, it will not hear,
It swallows every cry and tear.
No footsteps echo, no one waits,
Just rusted locks on silent gates
The sky is black, a hollow dome,
No stars, no sun, no way back home.
Each breath is heavy, thick with frost,
A constant counting of what’s lost
But still within this empty space,
A flicker hides, a trembling trace.
Though silence reigns and light feels gone,
A soul endures still holding on
The air is heavy, thick with stone,
A crowded world, yet all alone.
Hope’s thin thread frays at the seam,
Even sleep can’t soften the dream
Dreams once bright now fade to gray,
Shadows lengthen, eat the day.
The heart beats slow, a hollow drum,
Calling answers that never come
A sky of ash without a star,
A road that ends before it’s far.
Hands reach out but touch no ground,
Voices echo, but no sound
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Keep fighting. We need you! ❤️ 💙 💜
Thanks for the kind words I appreciate
Sometimes I just read your post and can stop laughing ,can’t imagine what you would be like in person
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Siri, show me an image of a leader who fails to earn the respect of his troops
“Please clap.”
And after 40 minutes of cringe-Thunderous applause from the generals!

Just kidding. Total silence. 👀 🦗 🦗
The world would rather watch you die than help , I don’t believe there is any good person out there , everyone pretends to be good but situations pop up and then you see their true color
I searched for love but did could not find any
I searched for help any kind of help non was given
I searched for any kind of job but found non
No one to talk to , no one to call family, no one to call friend I am definitely sure no one will even notice when I finally end it all
and yet when the light finds the dust in my room
I feel a thin, ridiculous pulse: I exist.
not because anyone notices, not because anyone cares,
but because I am still here, still counting breaths.
if being broken was an art, I’d be famous,
but fame wants cameras and applause, not the quiet bleed;
so I learn to wear my nearly-broken like a secret,
tucking the ache behind small everyday tasks
my heart is a pocket with too many holes,
money and hope leaking out the seams,
I sharpen my face to fit the day’s gray clothes,
and practice not collapsing in the grocery aisle