idontwannabefamous - Hello Poetry

fingertips against my lips hands on hips on my back marks from your steady hands feel like whips you hit me because you think i deserve it blood on carpets and first aid kits you touching my skin feels like touching a pan without oven mits cold arms and legs cold nose cold wrists frost bite kiss listening to music at 4:01 thinkng of your texts jealousy fits of rage do you ever just let go no reason to live shallow breaths whats happening am i dreaming

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC

Untitled

fingertips against my lips hands on hips on my back marks from your steady hands feel like whips you hit me because you think i deserve it blood on carpets and first aid kits you touching my skin feels like touching a pan without oven mits cold arms and legs cold nose cold wrists frost bite kiss listening to music at 4:01 thinkng of your texts jealousy fits of rage do you ever just let go no reason to live shallow breaths whats happening am i dreaming

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Parallel lines cut deep into my arms legs and mind from razor blades and the smell of pine car scent make me feel pretty fine

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Dec 4, 2014

Dec 4, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC

Lines

Parallel lines cut deep into my arms legs and mind from razor blades and the smell of pine car scent make me feel pretty fine

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The circles under my eyes show no disguise that my sleep is on strike and has been for quite some time.

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Dec 2, 2014

Dec 2, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC

Voids

The circles under my eyes show no disguise that my sleep is on strike and has been for quite some time.

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They still exist. They are in me.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC

Transit

They still exist. They are in me.

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I'm started to daze in and out of two different worlds

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC

Commune

I'm started to daze in and out of two different worlds

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Wandering around in my palace in the dead of night

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC

Space

Wandering around in my palace in the dead of night

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A painted mask of happiness over true kindness and caring

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC

Cyesh Jhollo

A painted mask of happiness over true kindness and caring

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Absolute and utter silence. Cuts on your arms louder than words.

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

Eleven Word Poem

Absolute and utter silence. Cuts on your arms louder than words.

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Every thing is still and cold

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Nov 27, 2014

Nov 27, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC

Six Word Poem

Every thing is still and cold

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This isn't teen hormones. This isn't just depression. I don't know what to think anymore Is anyone there How can you tell the line from reality when you wake up I'm so confused constantly I am literally just stumbling through everything in the dark Everything is dark There is no help where I am And the longer I don't get the help I need The more lost I'm going to become Even when I'm with these people People I should be able to trust I'm so alone I can't feel part of a group It's probably because I'm not. Every waking moment is blurry and dull. It's like I put sunglasses on my emotions. I'm trudging through mud. I'm drowning. How much more of this can one person take? Every waking moment is No one likes you No one cares about you Everything I thought was stable isn't there It never was My mind was a home A stable two story house He said I had irrational thoughts That I hear things that people don't actually say That I don't have a clear connection to reality Now what Do I question everything I thought was real Do you know how confusing that is? Do you know how much pain I feel? Constant suffering and lack of sympathy I can't feel anything But when I do It's so strong that I can't stand it I get so suicidal I just want this to be over with I'm tired of feeling like this No, I don't want to change. Why should I have to change to be normal? Why do I have to take pills to be normal? What if it changes me I'm so scared to be happy Do you know how comfortable depression is? Depression is my childhood friend Depression is the only thing I can trust and depend on Without depression I'm Nothing.

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Nov 24, 2014

Nov 24, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC

To be or not to be

This isn't teen hormones. This isn't just depression. I don't know what to think anymore Is anyone there How can you tell the line from reality when you wake up I'm so confused constantly I am literally just stumbling through everything in the dark Everything is dark There is no help where I am And the longer I don't get the help I need The more lost I'm going to become Even when I'm with these people People I should be able to trust I'm so alone I can't feel part of a group It's probably because I'm not. Every waking moment is blurry and dull. It's like I put sunglasses on my emotions. I'm trudging through mud. I'm drowning. How much more of this can one person take? Every waking moment is No one likes you No one cares about you Everything I thought was stable isn't there It never was My mind was a home A stable two story house He said I had irrational thoughts That I hear things that people don't actually say That I don't have a clear connection to reality Now what Do I question everything I thought was real Do you know how confusing that is? Do you know how much pain I feel? Constant suffering and lack of sympathy I can't feel anything But when I do It's so strong that I can't stand it I get so suicidal I just want this to be over with I'm tired of feeling like this No, I don't want to change. Why should I have to change to be normal? Why do I have to take pills to be normal? What if it changes me I'm so scared to be happy Do you know how comfortable depression is? Depression is my childhood friend Depression is the only thing I can trust and depend on Without depression I'm Nothing.

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