crclofdth - Hello Poetry

You taught me about love You taught me how to see color You taught me how to explore You taught me how to smile You taught me about deception You taught me about abuse You taught me about trust You taught me about hatred You taught me how it feels to be forgotten You taught me how it feels to be alone You taught me how it feels to be heartless You taught me how it feels to be stepped on You taught me how it feels to be used You taught me how it feels to be heartbroken You taught me what a casket felt like You taught me about myself You taught me how much I could hate You taught me how much I could hate You taught me how much I could hate I hope if I taught you anything It’s that love is real But so is pain You ruined my life You’ll never see me again

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May 28, 2016

May 28, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC

crclofdth

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You taught me about love You taught me how to see color You taught me how to explore You taught me how to smile You taught me about deception You taught me about abuse You taught me about trust You taught me about hatred You taught me how it feels to be forgotten You taught me how it feels to be alone You taught me how it feels to be heartless You taught me how it feels to be stepped on You taught me how it feels to be used You taught me how it feels to be heartbroken You taught me what a casket felt like You taught me about myself You taught me how much I could hate You taught me how much I could hate You taught me how much I could hate I hope if I taught you anything It’s that love is real But so is pain You ruined my life You’ll never see me again

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Does time heal a broken heart? Because right now I’m being pulled apart. Being squished by the sand In my hourglass How long will this pain last? Because it’s been two years And I am still hurting You left like it was nothing Like I was terminally ill I’m still here I’m still alive And I resent you I hate you I wish I never have met you I’m tired of snakes I’m tired of rats You were a wolf in sheep's clothing Pretending to love But your intentions were vile And to be honest I’m ******* done I’m tired of being me I’m tired of being nice I’m tired of getting close to people Who are as cold as ice.

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May 28, 2016

May 28, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC

crclofdth

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Does time heal a broken heart? Because right now I’m being pulled apart. Being squished by the sand In my hourglass How long will this pain last? Because it’s been two years And I am still hurting You left like it was nothing Like I was terminally ill I’m still here I’m still alive And I resent you I hate you I wish I never have met you I’m tired of snakes I’m tired of rats You were a wolf in sheep's clothing Pretending to love But your intentions were vile And to be honest I’m ******* done I’m tired of being me I’m tired of being nice I’m tired of getting close to people Who are as cold as ice.

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Two hands I have two hands I’ve only ever had two hands They are my two hands They are not a good two hands They like to choke They like to squeeze They like to try and **** me I can’t replace them And I can’t have my safety As long as my two hands Can find me.

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May 26, 2016

May 26, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC

crclofdth

Two Hands

Two hands I have two hands I’ve only ever had two hands They are my two hands They are not a good two hands They like to choke They like to squeeze They like to try and **** me I can’t replace them And I can’t have my safety As long as my two hands Can find me.

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I've got a rope around my neck And a rock around my ankles So if the rope breaks, It won't be a second chance Or a gift from a God. I will either choke Or I will drown. A lack of air Will introduce me to my maker. But if I'm being honest I really don't care If there's a god, Or if I'm alone. Because in the end... My skin and flesh will peel, Off of my bones.

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 8:28 AM UTC

crclofdth

Lack of Air.

I've got a rope around my neck And a rock around my ankles So if the rope breaks, It won't be a second chance Or a gift from a God. I will either choke Or I will drown. A lack of air Will introduce me to my maker. But if I'm being honest I really don't care If there's a god, Or if I'm alone. Because in the end... My skin and flesh will peel, Off of my bones.

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I took a break I took a moment to breath And clean my hands of the ink That I've use to write the words on a sheet I sat outside Instead of my room Felt the sun pass through the leaves And warm up my cheeks I heard the birds It wasn't terrible But I am quite fond of the walls The walls in my room They make the world feel smaller More manageable Makes life easier to take When I can shut the door Pull the blinds shut Turn off the lights and sit in silence With a pen in my hand A paper on my desk And black ink on my fingertips.

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Apr 10, 2016

Apr 10, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC

crclofdth

Vacation

I took a break I took a moment to breath And clean my hands of the ink That I've use to write the words on a sheet I sat outside Instead of my room Felt the sun pass through the leaves And warm up my cheeks I heard the birds It wasn't terrible But I am quite fond of the walls The walls in my room They make the world feel smaller More manageable Makes life easier to take When I can shut the door Pull the blinds shut Turn off the lights and sit in silence With a pen in my hand A paper on my desk And black ink on my fingertips.

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I've got this weight in my stomach that is tearing my insides. I can feel the lining in my gut beginning to thin, this destruction of my insides has yet to begin. Collapse my lungs, and stop my heart. Drain all of my blood, for starts. I want to gouge out my eyes, pull out my teeth and sever my tongue. I want mutilation, I want the pain. I want the ugliness, I want people to be afraid. I'm so broken, I'm so flawed. I have no direction and no more plots. I've lost my boundaries and connections, I'll stumble around till my knees give out. I'll crawl until my skin falls away. I'll scream until my vocal cords tear. I'll hate until my brain is past the point of repair. This was my choice, I gave it my blessing. I told myself, this would stop myself from stressing. Finally I won't have to hide how I see myself, everyone can see how I picture myself. A ****** broken corpse, laying in the street. I'm useless, just a big hunk of meat.

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Mar 31, 2016

Mar 31, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC

crclofdth

Mirrored

I've got this weight in my stomach that is tearing my insides. I can feel the lining in my gut beginning to thin, this destruction of my insides has yet to begin. Collapse my lungs, and stop my heart. Drain all of my blood, for starts. I want to gouge out my eyes, pull out my teeth and sever my tongue. I want mutilation, I want the pain. I want the ugliness, I want people to be afraid. I'm so broken, I'm so flawed. I have no direction and no more plots. I've lost my boundaries and connections, I'll stumble around till my knees give out. I'll crawl until my skin falls away. I'll scream until my vocal cords tear. I'll hate until my brain is past the point of repair. This was my choice, I gave it my blessing. I told myself, this would stop myself from stressing. Finally I won't have to hide how I see myself, everyone can see how I picture myself. A ****** broken corpse, laying in the street. I'm useless, just a big hunk of meat.

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I died today Not in a violent way. I gave up, I decided it was time to quit “Oh man, I’m just tired of this ******** Moving forward has become a chore Everything I once enjoyed is now just a bore. I’ll lay in my bed from morning till night. Staring at the ceiling with no lights. Memorizing the cracks and the blemishes The unevenness of the paint and plaster A monochrome filter over what once was beautiful. I’ve lost my talents and now I’m completely unuseable. I see no more hope, I see no redemption I am ready to choke, until my end in damnation.

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Mar 30, 2016

Mar 30, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC

crclofdth

Unforgivable

I died today Not in a violent way. I gave up, I decided it was time to quit “Oh man, I’m just tired of this ******** Moving forward has become a chore Everything I once enjoyed is now just a bore. I’ll lay in my bed from morning till night. Staring at the ceiling with no lights. Memorizing the cracks and the blemishes The unevenness of the paint and plaster A monochrome filter over what once was beautiful. I’ve lost my talents and now I’m completely unuseable. I see no more hope, I see no redemption I am ready to choke, until my end in damnation.

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A pine box in a grave, the walls of wood will slowly decay, the worms will enter and feast on your skin till you are no longer recognizable, not even to your own kin. Bones caked with dirt and tears. The walls of wood will crack and bend till the dirt fills the void within, fills the spaces between your ribs and fingers and your toes, covering all of your bones in that sad lonely hole. Years pass, and the earth grinds your bones to a dust, till you are no longer a body, just a part of the earth's crust.

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC

crclofdth

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A pine box in a grave, the walls of wood will slowly decay, the worms will enter and feast on your skin till you are no longer recognizable, not even to your own kin. Bones caked with dirt and tears. The walls of wood will crack and bend till the dirt fills the void within, fills the spaces between your ribs and fingers and your toes, covering all of your bones in that sad lonely hole. Years pass, and the earth grinds your bones to a dust, till you are no longer a body, just a part of the earth's crust.

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I heard it, the moment that your heart fell from your chest. It sounded like glass shattering I can't lie, the sound, it was startling. Ear piercing notes in a disheveled melody. Alone, you were, no company Except for the bugs in the dirt. I dug my hands into the pieces As they cut into my palms and finger tips. I lifted my ****** hands to my lips, Infused with clear fibers that once resided in your chest. "Is this yours? Did you lose this?"

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC

crclofdth

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I heard it, the moment that your heart fell from your chest. It sounded like glass shattering I can't lie, the sound, it was startling. Ear piercing notes in a disheveled melody. Alone, you were, no company Except for the bugs in the dirt. I dug my hands into the pieces As they cut into my palms and finger tips. I lifted my ****** hands to my lips, Infused with clear fibers that once resided in your chest. "Is this yours? Did you lose this?"

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