Stop ******* crying you piece of **** why are you so ******* dependent? Of course he's ignoring you, it's because you're such a huge burden on his life. Everything is a problem and you can't just be content for five ******* seconds. Consider it a miracle that you've lasted this long together. Maybe if you had some friends to distract you, you'd feel better. Too bad you don't have any, because you're a burden to them too. All you are is a sack of attention-seeking self-pitying bullshit. It's pathetic how weak you are, you can't even pretend to be a normal person? What the **** is wrong with you? Are you trying to be a disappointment? It's working. You make your mom cry. Your dad only brags about your brother. Your relatives find you awkward and uncomfortable. God, why are you such a ******
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
And everytime you hurt me,
I cry and swear all love is doomed.
I'll pretend I do not care,
even though I clearly do.
And now I feel you fading,
but your love I can't resist.
I will not risk everything,
for what I know does not exist.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
I am not depressed.
I can smile and laugh with my friends,
and enjoy sensations.
I can still love,
and find solace in other's company.
But there will always be
a part of me,
that is broken and unfixable.
An intoxicating sadness deep within,
that I let control me because it's so sweet.
Then the understanding of my loneliness comes,
and the tears fall
as I fall asleep.
And I crave for something that doesn't exist.
I am not depressed.
I've just been sad for awhile.
But I can still find the light.
I can still smile.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
But how ironic is it,
that the people who ingest the most cough syrup,
are the sickest of them all?
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
Would you douse gasoline on your skin,
and strike a match to invite flames in,
if I said my love was
a game
to win?
Well I'm standing here with this grin,
just waiting for the show to begin,
because every sinner
loves
to sin.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
was drunk off insanity
i had no intentions to remedy
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
I dropped my purse
while searching for a lighter.
Bandaids, two packs of Newports, tissues, and a mirror
cascaded to the ground.
In a sea of people,
nobody offered
help
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
his
pulsing, teeming, dreaming
is
breathing meaning
into
me
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
delicate
lovely
romantically depressed
poetically broken
not at all.
just a sick
naïve
little girl
with an unloaded gun
and a wrist full of scars
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC