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Svode Oct 2017
Please don't think I'm insane
Only insane people think that,
and if you think I'm insane
you're insane!

IM PERFECTLY FINE
It's just that
[REDACTED BY BRAIN]
whoops
that wasnt supposed to happen
but yea, I'm fine
you're the crazy one.
you're the friendless one.
you're [NOT] fine.
I'm fine.
crazy.
fine.
FINE.
I SAID FINE.

Wow, you really are crazy!
Haha
Adelaide London Jun 2017
When I was at school,
I sat inbetween two best friends.
They would pass notes over me
talk over me.
Like I didn't exist.
Like they didn't care.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends,
I wouldn't try and talk to them
smile at them.
I wouldn't dare.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends
so when the teacher asked
'Who's partner?'
They'd say
"Us Miss!"

I'd say
'Nobody Miss'
But she wouldn't hear.
So
on a dreary Thursday
-periods three and four-
I would sit by myself in Music class
all alone by the piano.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends.
isn't it sad how I seemed to
look forward to their conversations?
Don't look at me like that.
I didn't have any other ones to look forward to.

When I was at school,
I sat between two best friends.
I wouldn't blame them for not liking me.
           *no one really did
Written in past but tells the story of the present.
The life of sitting between two best friends of your own.
Three cheers for the friendless.
I hope that we'll find friends one day.
Am lonely
only rarely alone
but surely lonely
down to my last friends
lately making them is hard
harder to keep them still
everlasting sighs at
exasperation from idiocy
mine own idiocy

Am very lonely
in mine own lonely way
my beautiful girl
is my closest friend
but even she can not
fill this hole inside of me
when dreaming
I grip her shoulders tight
and cry into her *****
she is so dearly loved

Am so very, very lonely
missing a friend
who lives overseas
he means so much to me
across the pond
his light can't be seen
he is the lighthouse
for this way off-course ship
and he shines bright
but the fog is too thick
mate, it's real thick tonight

Am the loneliest I've been
my dad sits in the next room
he is so dearly loved
makes me feel loved
like there are no parallels
unique and cherished
yet this feeling is indifference
no concern for myself
the words to make him comfort me
don't pass my lips
my trembling quivering lips

Am desiring compassion
resentful of pity
am wanting of sympathy
guilty of concern
am capable of empathy
sensitive to misfortune
am lonely
so very lonely
Cat Fiske Jun 2016
Alone in a crowded room,
at some point I have to realize,
that some people can only stay in your heart,
but not in your life,

it feels like everyone else's life is moving on,
but its as if am stuck in the hole i can't climb out of,
as the world judges me by the decisions I have made,
not remembering the options I had to chose from,

and I hate getting flashbacks,
from the past I don't want to remember,
but the past comes back as they tap my shoulders,
and force me to look back,

I never ment to depend on anyone this much,
but I need you more then the earth needs the sun,
I just want to feel that i'm important to someone.
I don't really know where I stand in others lives.

one minute i'm their everything but then i'm nothing special,
I think this is why i get so upset,
i would never do these things that people do,
to hurt me, to hurt them,

and the thoughts get me lost inside,
I will be that person everyone replaces after a while,
I didn't change for you or for me,
I guess you just never really knew me,

because you never cared enough to find out,
or cared enough to know what i'm going through,
everything happens for a reason,
but can I know the reason?

i'm just another nothing,
nothing special,
nothing worth their time,
nothing worth a soul in the world.
Sorina Marie T May 2016
I feel a thousand eyes staring,
Yet no one takes notice.

People say they will help,
Yet I am left alone.

They call everyone perfect,
Yet I am not treated so.

The world promises they will remember,
Yet I am forgotten.

You can’t forge a letter,
You can’t copy a story,
Shouldn't that make them worth something?

No one is the same,
Everyone is amazing and different,
Shouldn’t that make me worth something?

For I have been forgotten,
To everyone else, nothing but
A mere feather in the wind.
Sindi Kafazi Dec 2015
The ones who should be forgotten are those who let you shift away from their memories like tectonic  plates in the earth

are those whom never placed you in their hearts, not even a single place even though the chambers are boundless and love is known to drop fast.

Face it, you weren't rooted in their cores
and when you floated into space, their gravitational pull wasn't strong enough...
because they didn't even try to pull you back.

It didn't matter how funny you were. How original your thoughts could have been.

They didn't know you were so out of your element because they didn't know your element.  

They lost sight of your ghost thinking it was all of you.

You're lost forever now and like a body lost at sea, they will never cross the bay.

They wouldn't even think about making a time machine
your existence was bound to be forgotten anyway

The only thing natural about your friendship was the disaster

You were the scarce soil that was only good that one time, the empty battlefield where blood shed was covered by the wrong victories.

-Sindi
Edgar E Tobias Aug 2015
It's called self-esteem for a reason
But how do you change
Your reflection and the way the world sees it
When people's perceptions are all the same

To focus on your worth
It's a hard thing to do
Self-image is always backwards
Because my right is reflected
And is always wrong to you

Mirror's force you to begin
Where normally you would end
This is when you realize
The importance of the hyphen

Separated and apart
Each word becomes their own
The finish was the start
And you are still alone.
Jaanam Jaswani Mar 2015
As the light and shadows of overthinking roll over,
And the yellow raspberries start to doubt their realities,
I'll be here - owning nameless cats and refusing to buy furniture;
Lusting for the life I thought I had, green-eyed and sadistic.

Let's take a selfie. TRIPLE CHIN!

As you swipe for filters,
And draw a ***** on your friend's face,
I'll be here - fighting the urge to be useless;
Tapping and holding for fake friends.

Selfies. We've been afflicted with this terrible, god-awful disease.

And as you post a shaky video of your boyfriend driving?
And laugh at that joke you know you didn't find funny
I will be here - throwing my circles of seconds away.

**Three, two, one.
It gets worse as you scroll down. Soz m8.
She walks alone, scared...hollow...forgotten...
She is alone and lonely as she remembers the memories that collapse her lungs as she breathes in to clear her memory.
The thick, terrified, memories of her journey begin to rattle her brain.
The noise, the fear, the rage..
It's her broken journey.
The journey of her soul,
Her fragile endangered soul.
Her journey has just begun but she feels as if it has ended, she's all alone...lonely in this world.
Don't forget the girl lonely on journey...for the journey has just begun.
First Poem in over two years, please ONLY leave constructive criticism.
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