I don't miss you. Not at all not even a little bit
I'm not heartbroken. Far from it to be exact.
What I miss is the feeling of being wanted.
I guess I couldn't keep it going
You finally saw the light. I couldn't keep ******* you over. **** you for taking it away.
But most of all **** me for not giving a ****
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
You think you're a lost cause
but you're just stuck in the middle.
Life's been hard since you were little.
I don't know every thing,
but I know it's getting warm outside
and you're going to be fine.
You think you're a cancer
but just wait and see
that you'll heal yourself,
like you helped heal me.
This may sound cliché,
but it's getting warm outside
and you're going to be fine.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
as you walk towards me
i am undone
as your lips unravel my very being
i am yours
how many times must i die
to finally live
what cup must i drink from
to save myself from becoming
what i fear
in your arms I have found
the realm between heaven and earth
you are my cup
i will have my fill
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
I have always been invisible
Never belonged in a clique
Never had I known the popular songs
Never had I been invited to parties.
I've always had a face that one forgets.
A face that one would blatantly remember.
I was never one seek help.
Not once did I try to break the curse.
So don't pretend to care and watch me do the same.
I'll just stay invisible.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
They say it gets better
but it seems like the fighting never ends
Nothing gets solved
and no one ever wins
He calls it love
but I call it hate
Believe what you please
but this isn't my fate
I don't believe in fairy tales
but this isn't love
Itching through the cold darkness
of never being enough
I've always known life was bad
but this is too much
Just going my whole life
deprived of love
Only seeing the evil within your beautiful eyes
and brutal truth behind your lies
I've traveled down this road one too many times
and I think it's just about time to say goodbye.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
She stared at the blank paper before her
As if it symbolized her barren life.
What was her role in this upside down world?
Why was she life's personal punching bag?
She felt the cold wind blow on her whist face.
What unknown satisfaction lies within?
She wondered about her battered essence.
Would a dent stand long after her absence?
She heard the pitter patter of the rain
And felt an icy, pearly drop pat her
As if it had come from a long journey
And had arrived safely home.
She lifted her eyes up to the sere sky,
She was a reject right? A mistake.
With her ending to be planned, who was she?
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC