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ShockTherapy
ShockTherapy
If you want to read bad poetry, you've come to the right place.
Because in the end We're all dead people walking
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Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
Untitled
My language is foul and nasty Someone who lost out by lack of proxy My expressions are bipolar At most times I wish I was happy You don't know what's inside of my head I might as well be dead There's too many feelings inside of this body I was cursed to live in I'm screaming I'm crying I'm  begging I'm dying For now I'll just go home and spend my time buyin The thing that makes me so high I won't end up whinin' My super happy fun time dream in the sky
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
I Wrote This While I was High
I walked through my forest, stepping over humongous tree roots, green covered veins pumping life to the heart of my peace. I was familiar with this place. Towering trees, trunks thicker than cars shooting into the skies, although those contraptions were not known to this unsullied place. I stared in wonder at the extraordinary beauty as I did every time I came here. It was quiet, still, a place of undisturbed silence. It beckoned me to it. This was my forest. I navigated my way through the dense woods, my foot becoming caught in a root, causing me to fall. My skull felt broken, as if pieces of it were missing. I put my hand on my forehead, something wet covering it. I put my palm out in front of me, regaining focus of my vision. Blood. The sudden realization of what happened hitting me harder than my fall. I had never been hurt here before. I felt my pupils dilate, my body beginning to shake, with one enormous release of air I let out a scream that rocked the frame of my body….as I thought. I looked around confusedly, breathing in again and attempting to let the air out with a high pitched shriek. Silence. I thought back to all the times I came here. I had never spoken because there was no one to talk to. My footsteps never made a sound. My joyful cooing over the supposed beauty of the forest never traveled past my lips. Even when I fell there was no thud. No sound despite the loud shattering of my heart. Suddenly, this was no longer my forest. The enormity of the trees were suddenly overwhelming, the crisp air suffocating, and the piercing silence deafening. This forest was unusual, there was no wildlife. No birds chirping or squirrels jumping from tree to tree to disrupt the quiet. No breeze rushed through the unbreathing lungs of the dead wilderness. No brush covered the sun starved ground. Not one leaf ever fell from the plentiful amount of trees that went on seemingly forever. Roots stretched across the forest floor like hideous snakes. Everything I once found beautiful about this place is now twisted and ugly. This was my forest, a place of peace. A place I could go to forget. Or was it ever that? Was I just tricking myself into believing that this place I could not escape was everything I ever wanted. As if I had a choice of coming back. As if I ever left. I know now what this place is. There is no hope, there is no beauty. I can no longer pretend that what I see is anything but grotesque. I lay on the ground and watch as flames appear, the reflection of fire in my eyes, devouring everything that once was and ever will be of my forest. I don’t know how long it was before I realized that I could finally feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. How long I laid in the ashes of my sorrow before I realized that there wasn’t just a nothing after my forest was gone. Before I realized that I was staring into the sky, not a black hole. I felt sensations I had never felt before. No, I had a long time ago before my forest had ever grown here. Slowly I sat up, surprised to find that my body no longer ached. Blood no longer coated my forehead. All that was left of my forest was ash. My forest was gone. Then I saw it, pink petals spread as if waiting to receive something long overdue. A splash of color amongst the charred blacks and greys of my past. I stared in wonder at the extraordinary beauty. A breeze rushed through the reviving lungs of my hopeful perseverance, carrying the ashes of my denial away. A vibrant green covered the ground, roots no longer hindering it from spreading throughout the area. Getting up and walking to the flower only to be cast onto my knees once again. How undeserving I was. I stared at it, doing something I had never done looking at my forest. I smiled. This was my flower.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
My Forest of Denial
I walked through my forest, stepping over humongous tree roots, green covered veins pumping life to the heart of my peace. I was familiar with this place. Towering trees, trunks thicker than cars shooting into the skies, although those contraptions were not known to this unsullied place. I stared in wonder at the extraordinary beauty as I did every time I came here. It was quiet, still, a place of undisturbed silence. It beckoned me to it. This was my forest. I navigated my way through the dense woods, my foot becoming caught in a root, causing me to fall. My skull felt broken, as if pieces of it were missing. I put my hand on my forehead, something wet covering it. I put my palm out in front of me, regaining focus of my vision. Blood. The sudden realization of what happened hitting me harder than my fall. I had never been hurt here before. I felt my pupils dilate, my body beginning to shake, with one enormous release of air I let out a scream that rocked the frame of my body….as I thought. I looked around confusedly, breathing in again and attempting to let the air out with a high pitched shriek. Silence. I thought back to all the times I came here. I had never spoken because there was no one to talk to. My footsteps never made a sound. My joyful cooing over the supposed beauty of the forest never traveled past my lips. Even when I fell there was no thud. No sound despite the loud shattering of my heart. Suddenly, this was no longer my forest. The enormity of the trees were suddenly overwhelming, the crisp air suffocating, and the piercing silence deafening. This forest was unusual, there was no wildlife. No birds chirping or squirrels jumping from tree to tree to disrupt the quiet. No breeze rushed through the unbreathing lungs of the dead wilderness. No brush covered the sun starved ground. Not one leaf ever fell from the plentiful amount of trees that went on seemingly forever. Roots stretched across the forest floor like hideous snakes. Everything I once found beautiful about this place is now twisted and ugly. This was my forest, a place of peace. A place I could go to forget. Or was it ever that? Was I just tricking myself into believing that this place I could not escape was everything I ever wanted. As if I had a choice of coming back. As if I ever left. I know now what this place is. There is no hope, there is no beauty. I can no longer pretend that what I see is anything but grotesque. I lay on the ground and watch as flames appear, the reflection of fire in my eyes, devouring everything that once was and ever will be of my forest. I don’t know how long it was before I realized that I could finally feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. How long I laid in the ashes of my sorrow before I realized that there wasn’t just a nothing after my forest was gone. Before I realized that I was staring into the sky, not a black hole. I felt sensations I had never felt before. No, I had a long time ago before my forest had ever grown here. Slowly I sat up, surprised to find that my body no longer ached. Blood no longer coated my forehead. All that was left of my forest was ash. My forest was gone. Then I saw it, pink petals spread as if waiting to receive something long overdue. A splash of color amongst the charred blacks and greys of my past. I stared in wonder at the extraordinary beauty. A breeze rushed through the reviving lungs of my hopeful perseverance, carrying the ashes of my denial away. A vibrant green covered the ground, roots no longer hindering it from spreading throughout the area. Getting up and walking to the flower only to be cast onto my knees once again. How undeserving I was. I stared at it, doing something I had never done looking at my forest. I smiled. This was my flower.
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You are as you are As I am me Conceived from you I was But different I will be I come to you for caring For loving and support I tell you hesitantly My worries and concerns For it was you who approached me The ones who asked me why Why I seemed so lonely My mask a great disguise The suffering is great The pain I sometimes feel When I tell you my problems And you just stomp your heels You want an explanation Not the truth, that is I'm dying on the inside Why can't I speak of it The tears are falling down Caressing gently my cheeks It's more than you can do You hate every second of it Around we go again The explanations and the lies The discarded pleas for help Oh how I wish I could die I feel like you don't know me As if I am just a stranger to you now Oh wait I am When did this happen? How? I gave you all my trust To confide in you, I did But now I am just empty From the pain of all of this You took my heart And crushed it There is no doubt of this For now I speak no more Of the toils I know lie ahead You look at me with curiosity Oh how I wish to see Your faces when you realize That I'm no longer the person I used to be I'm quiet and discerning Alert and very watchful I will not make the same mistake It was truly awful But don't blame this all on me It was mostly you Who took hold of my fragile heart And broke it right in two
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
Dear Parents,
Sometimes I wonder if I can do anything right Is it me Was a born in a way that enables me to do nothing right Or is it you Mom Will there ever be a day I can please you? To see a smile spread across your face once again Like wildfire across a dry forest As you say Good job. I'm so proud of you. Will that day ever come Or am I stuck here Left on my own to try to find a way On how to make you turn your head and look at me In a way that doesn't involve anger I've tried so many ways to get your attention Bad and good To get you to stay Studying hard Getting honor roll Running away Hurting myself Throwing tantrums Trying to end my own life But every other night You'd go out with your friends And leave me alone Alone with my thoughts Making me ask myself why I'm not good enough Why can't you just stay Why do you choose a drink over your own child? And why do you act like I'm the failure When you're the one Who keeps letting me down I want you to stay I want you to love me But you choose ***** And that's fine But in twenty years from now When you're lying alone in an empty bed Within a empty house With no one to call I want you to ask yourself if it was worth it If I was worth that couple of beers Or a few shots Or that well made margarita Because I won't be I'll be starting a new life Without you With a loving spouse And your beautiful grandchildren That you'll never see I love you mom But I'm much happier Without you
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Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
Dear Mom,
It was on that day the world changed I realized that humans were insane The day I realized people **** That people cheat others of their own will The sky was sunny and clear of grey As my heart was clouded with a darkening haze I looked for someone to tell me I was wrong Just to find everyone knew all along I whispered shakily to myself How could I have been fooling myself? This is not a paradise A utopia for all Just an insane world Not for one, but all I hear the dead screaming Their ends were brought in vain Children weeping sorrowfully In the pouring rain The homeless slowly dying Their ashes spread to the wind No one can save them now No one here can win I see the mourning faces Those who bemoan the lost Their hearts shattered and broken They payed the ultimate cost I have no more to say I have no more time to run I must accept the truth This world is meant to rot
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
Evolved World - Uncompleted (Advice?)
What is this loneliness inside my soul Begging to be let free But how How do I let free that which is not physical Or am I mistaken Is loneliness a tangible thing Can it turn into something greater than an emotion? ****** Will these bodies keep me company Or are these lifeless eyes just another distraction Helping me hide from my pain Running away from my shadows Drugs Attention *** Mutilation I could say these things brought me joy Pleasure But no I always knew the pain was right around the corner Mocking me Sometimes I miss how I used to be The act I could put on I had friends Family As I grew older I couldn't keep up the facade I'm not a terrible person at heart I don't want to be this way I don't want people to leave me But whatever I have Whatever I am Keeps me back I can't get close to people I can't have friends I just hurt them in the end I don't mean to abuse people It just turns out that way I'm sorry to everyone I've hurt I'm sorry it has to be this way But I realized I can't hurt anyone when I'm alone So here I am thinking thoughts no one will ever know Feeling things nobody will ever guess And bleeding blood that everyone will never see Maybe I wasn't made for this world Maybe this world wasn't made for me All I know is that I'm dangerous I lure people in With promises of love and support And I believe it too That I'll help them But in the end it's always the same The people I love They all end up more hurt inside Than before they came So I'm leaving now Even though I'm not saying goodbye I want you to know that I love you All of you Even if I've done the cruelest of things Said the meanest of words And committed the worst of crimes against your hearts I want you to be happy And the worst part is That I can't take responsibility for my actions I don't want to say I was wrong I can't admit I was the cause of your suffering I've tormented you Manipulated you Destroyed you Traumatized you Yet a part of me doesn't want to accept I was wrong A part of me feels nothing for your pain I can't take the blame I'd rather die first
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
BPD
What is this loneliness inside my soul Begging to be let free But how How do I let free that which is not physical Or am I mistaken Is loneliness a tangible thing Can it turn into something greater than an emotion? ****** Will these bodies keep me company Or are these lifeless eyes just another distraction Helping me hide from my pain Running away from my shadows Drugs Attention *** Mutilation I could say these things brought me joy Pleasure But no I always knew the pain was right around the corner Mocking me Sometimes I miss how I used to be The act I could put on I had friends Family As I grew older I couldn't keep up the facade I'm not a terrible person at heart I don't want to be this way I don't want people to leave me But whatever I have Whatever I am Keeps me back I can't get close to people I can't have friends I just hurt them in the end I don't mean to abuse people It just turns out that way I'm sorry to everyone I've hurt I'm sorry it has to be this way But I realized I can't hurt anyone when I'm alone So here I am thinking thoughts no one will ever know Feeling things nobody will ever guess And bleeding blood that everyone will never see Maybe I wasn't made for this world Maybe this world wasn't made for me All I know is that I'm dangerous I lure people in With promises of love and support And I believe it too That I'll help them But in the end it's always the same The people I love They all end up more hurt inside Than before they came So I'm leaving now Even though I'm not saying goodbye I want you to know that I love you All of you Even if I've done the cruelest of things Said the meanest of words And committed the worst of crimes against your hearts I want you to be happy And the worst part is That I can't take responsibility for my actions I don't want to say I was wrong I can't admit I was the cause of your suffering I've tormented you Manipulated you Destroyed you Traumatized you Yet a part of me doesn't want to accept I was wrong A part of me feels nothing for your pain I can't take the blame I'd rather die first
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It hurts so bad The pain you have dealt me I don't know what I did wrong Please tell me Was it because I was weak? That is what you told me But I still don't understand Why you had to leave me I knew you more than most Is what I thought Then you threw me away like I was nothing I feel so stupid, opening my heart to someone like you I knew you were bound to hurt me I knew you were bound to bruise me But what I don't understand Is why you had to leave me
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Gone
We were there all along The children of shadows Waiting to be seen The soft words of the fallen left unspoken Those of us who made it out alive We mourn those who did not The grief and pain of being misunderstood Is more than I could ever describe with words Those eyes filled with hate Mad at the world, and scared of fate They used to hold hope and light The eyes of a child We raced hurriedly towards the future Saying "I can't wait to grow up" What were we thinking? And here we are Exactly where we wanted to be But not with the result expected Asking where it all went wrong Alone we stand, abused by the world Confiding in each other Hoping one of us might have the answer Just to learn we're all as wounded as the next What do we fight for? What do we stand for? What are we? Who are we? We're just kids Grown older But kids none the less You tell us To fix it ourselves But you never give us a solution You tell us We're your future And yet, you treat us with indifference. You tell us You're here for us But where is your presence Among these tears on the ground? We are the children of shadows Our hearts beaten and broken We were waiting for you to open your eyes But you never even turned around to see
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 11:20 PM UTC
Teenagers