insomnia, hello my old friend,
I wonder what's in store for me today,
will I lie awake, or simply go crazy

poison is when
your fellow classmates
call you ugly
and starting to believe them.
poison is self-doubt
that runs in the veins
it starts to
bleed you dry
until there's
nothing left
of you.
self-doubt is the cruelest
form of punishment
to give to yourself.
self-doubt is poison
in your mind.
And only goes away,
when you're finally
succumb to your own doubts.

Words to use: far, warm, cold, darkness, one color: red. The words I got from team_spades icon/writing a fic battle. I was trying something that I did before, and use these words to write a poem.

Group One: Act Two

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I. Far away,
a long time ago,
this is how the story begins.
It begins with nothing but a scribble
filled with hate.

II.
Sometimes she wonders
why everything around her
is so warm
and that she can't feel it so
in her hands.

III.
Cold as ice they say,
maybe they are right,
but in the depth of her heart,
she knows the truth,
"cold hands, warm heart."

IV.
Darkness is listening,
preying on weakness,
etching doubt,
and leaving
your heart broken.

V.
Red is for the love that burns for you.
Red is for the heart's desire.
Red is for the blood on the knife.
Red is the depth of despair,
and yet, it is passion.