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17 aint good at anything
my life is like a coin wherever i goes whatever happened me as long im still existing im still me still the same worth nothing can change that
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
A Coin
They will never learn how hard it was for you to wake up everyday with anxiety in your body and demons in your soul They will never learn how hard it was for you to avoid yourself from asking too much questions that was running wild in your head till your palm felt damp from your anxious sweats. They will never learn how hard it was for you to tell yourself that it will be okay till you even lost your counts of how many times you said that to your **** shaking body. They will never learn how hard it was for you to avoid humans to calm yourself but have to face everyone in public when being a student is all about talking and meeting and presenting and representing. They will never learn how hard it was for you to face everyone without feelings that the others thinking that you're a coward and a freak and not to forget, a ****** They will never learn how hard it was for you to walk in public even just for 50 freaking meters and don't denied that you even try to figure out of how to walk that freaking meters without being seen. They will never learn how hard it was for you to push aside of what you feels starting from a slight hurt to a ****** wound just to let your friends satisfied even when they were lying straight to your face and you actually know the truth. They will never learn how hard it was for you to accept yourself or be yourself until they gave up and left and you became toxic and they claimed themselves as the know-it-all friends to others whenever something happens to you and not to forget, spreading your little depressed stories to others and tell them how hard they tried to change, I mean 'help' you to be better but it just you that never had the effort and just wanting attention. They will never learn how hard it was for you to stand up for yourself and for the ones you love. They will never learn how hard it was for you not to scream at yourself of how ugly you are, of how you hate yourself, of how you hate yourself for having anxiety and of how you try not to cry yourself a river and break the mirror every seconds you look at one. They will never learn how hard it was for you to hold yourself from breakdowns when you successfully open up to someone until your friends met her in silence just to tell her to walk away from you. They will never learn how hard it was for you to avoid yourself from searching the symptoms of anxiety and tried to deny the fact that you actually ticked most of them They will never learn how hard it was for you to hold your shaking hands and legs below the table whenever you nervous until your breath hitches and everything turns black They will never learn how hard it was for you to talk in public without going to the toilet the next seconds to slap yourself of how idiot you look in front the others They will never learn how hard it was for you to not locked yourself in the bedroom and scream in the pillow and knock your head on the wall when everyone was in their deep sleep. They will never learn how hard it was for you to hold yourself from stabbing your weak body with a knife every second you live They will never learn, never.
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Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:12 AM UTC
confession of an anxious girl
They will never learn how hard it was for you to wake up everyday with anxiety in your body and demons in your soul They will never learn how hard it was for you to avoid yourself from asking too much questions that was running wild in your head till your palm felt damp from your anxious sweats. They will never learn how hard it was for you to tell yourself that it will be okay till you even lost your counts of how many times you said that to your **** shaking body. They will never learn how hard it was for you to avoid humans to calm yourself but have to face everyone in public when being a student is all about talking and meeting and presenting and representing. They will never learn how hard it was for you to face everyone without feelings that the others thinking that you're a coward and a freak and not to forget, a ****** They will never learn how hard it was for you to walk in public even just for 50 freaking meters and don't denied that you even try to figure out of how to walk that freaking meters without being seen. They will never learn how hard it was for you to push aside of what you feels starting from a slight hurt to a ****** wound just to let your friends satisfied even when they were lying straight to your face and you actually know the truth. They will never learn how hard it was for you to accept yourself or be yourself until they gave up and left and you became toxic and they claimed themselves as the know-it-all friends to others whenever something happens to you and not to forget, spreading your little depressed stories to others and tell them how hard they tried to change, I mean 'help' you to be better but it just you that never had the effort and just wanting attention. They will never learn how hard it was for you to stand up for yourself and for the ones you love. They will never learn how hard it was for you not to scream at yourself of how ugly you are, of how you hate yourself, of how you hate yourself for having anxiety and of how you try not to cry yourself a river and break the mirror every seconds you look at one. They will never learn how hard it was for you to hold yourself from breakdowns when you successfully open up to someone until your friends met her in silence just to tell her to walk away from you. They will never learn how hard it was for you to avoid yourself from searching the symptoms of anxiety and tried to deny the fact that you actually ticked most of them They will never learn how hard it was for you to hold your shaking hands and legs below the table whenever you nervous until your breath hitches and everything turns black They will never learn how hard it was for you to talk in public without going to the toilet the next seconds to slap yourself of how idiot you look in front the others They will never learn how hard it was for you to not locked yourself in the bedroom and scream in the pillow and knock your head on the wall when everyone was in their deep sleep. They will never learn how hard it was for you to hold yourself from stabbing your weak body with a knife every second you live They will never learn, never.
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the soft cloud she step on now is the heart she forgot to embrace the cloud that never forget to raise her stakes is the heart she never appreciate her fear she faced on is the darkness he brightened the light he fixed with the blood fall from the cuts deep down with glass pieces beneath his skin is her tears he hold for her he let it cuts and bleeds him and every inch of him for her the soul that takes her pain away is the soul that she slap away and the cloud finally goes away until she realise that he is the only one who stay but its too late for her to say the words she should have said.
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
the cloud, heart and soul
society thought she was faking her emotion to beg for attention they forgot to take a glance on her signature fake smile she wears on her tired face like every single day without them realising but she was judged for a day of mental breakdown, expressing her inner self, and thoughts the person she hid so well before, and for being real for being herself for her fragile heart for her wet face and dark circles for her fear of people knowing things about her
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Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
364 days vs a day
she killed every part of me she pulled me into a dark tunnel, away from the crowd she would never let me choose my appetites, my daily routine, my mind, I do as she pleased she told me how much unwanted I am, how much hatred I received and how much flaws written on me she promised me that I wont get hurt if I stand away from the crowd but she make me suffer with insecurities and shutting me out I became mute I cant talk my voices and soul are sinking in my body I was trapped in me I was trapped by her in my own body because she is anxiety
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Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
she is
i hope for your hand so i can feel better not a weight more, on my shoulder i hope for your ears so i can tell not become the joke of the town because of your untruth spell i hope for your legs so you can guide me when i fall not to be kicked out and be your ball i hope for your mind to be set so all of your memories and history of me will be flat knowing you are nothing but sadness, pain and full of regret
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
regret
take this pills take this water it give me chills I feel better it brings me rainbow Brings me hope my body feels numb and I take over the globe this isn't reality and no one can see so here take some this my happy little pills
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Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
happy little pills
*"in his heart now I hang low dear my heart why you heal so slow"* *get back up myself just follow the flow God knows what's best for you HE'S A PRO*
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
He's a pro
to the fire you lit watch me burn and now you will see the part of me that keep burning from all your words that changing me changing my mind changing my feels and all the lies you tell in your fire is where i fell the magical power of your magical spells and the power of your love and now I'm sinking you left me broken and all the words I've been wanting to tell to you now left unspoken
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 2:15 AM UTC
the fire
It just might be your sweetest talk Or the way you laugh The way you smile Or the way you sacrifice everything To make me happy in every way Everytime In just the way you are It just how my name comes out from your mouth that already can give me butterflies or how you hold my hands like someone gonna take me away from you and makes me believe that you won't let me go but babe you just did
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Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
you