micaela - Hello Poetry

Every day I think about offing myself But what will that do . I'll fade just as everyone else does I come out and try and be seemingly Normal.. but I can't . Never was . Surely never am . I always play around with it in my head how should I do it . Should I leave notes Should I explain why Should I do it painfully or get right to the point ?

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Jun 13, 2014

Jun 13, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC

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Every day I think about offing myself But what will that do . I'll fade just as everyone else does I come out and try and be seemingly Normal.. but I can't . Never was . Surely never am . I always play around with it in my head how should I do it . Should I leave notes Should I explain why Should I do it painfully or get right to the point ?

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I'm full of sorrows . Up to my neck . I can't breathe it's suffocating me . How this world full of opportunities Can be so endlessly disappointing is Beyond me. It's disgusting to me that people would pay millions for more breaths, while here I sob and pray to be rid of this world. I'm so ******* selfish .

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC

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I'm full of sorrows . Up to my neck . I can't breathe it's suffocating me . How this world full of opportunities Can be so endlessly disappointing is Beyond me. It's disgusting to me that people would pay millions for more breaths, while here I sob and pray to be rid of this world. I'm so ******* selfish .

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Here's space; I snort the excrement's of your lives . This is me taking hold of you. You may not feel it tonight but I will return at dawn. I can't help but to gaze in your bloodshot swollen eyes. Burdened of all fears you hold inside. I take away your life.

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Apr 16, 2014

Apr 16, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC

SULTAN .

Here's space; I snort the excrement's of your lives . This is me taking hold of you. You may not feel it tonight but I will return at dawn. I can't help but to gaze in your bloodshot swollen eyes. Burdened of all fears you hold inside. I take away your life.

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The devil was inside me Tonight, for the very first time. I ached and cryed out for him to let me be I'm sure he loved every Ounce of breaking skin For him, still for the very first time. Sorry father for I am weak, Too weak to bare reality So pains will do otherwise to soothe my wretched soul . Sorry father for I have sinned, My groins and arms in agony But still I fake this half hearted grin, **** this life I am living in . Ball my eyes and for what reason other than inebriation and unhappiness built within .

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC

inside me .

The devil was inside me Tonight, for the very first time. I ached and cryed out for him to let me be I'm sure he loved every Ounce of breaking skin For him, still for the very first time. Sorry father for I am weak, Too weak to bare reality So pains will do otherwise to soothe my wretched soul . Sorry father for I have sinned, My groins and arms in agony But still I fake this half hearted grin, **** this life I am living in . Ball my eyes and for what reason other than inebriation and unhappiness built within .

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Coming from a boy whom I've never seen a face from you can't expect me to see you, I would not recognize you in a crowd.. nor would I look for you in a store.. but when I saw those eyes I realized who you were .

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC

No one .

Coming from a boy whom I've never seen a face from you can't expect me to see you, I would not recognize you in a crowd.. nor would I look for you in a store.. but when I saw those eyes I realized who you were .

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The lack of intimacy that's between us . . Is torturous for the mind , I lay there , Feeling like I've Been poked, and prodded . And as mentally unstable Young lady, I'm bursting At the seams . . For even the smallest Amount of your infectious Attention .

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 5:55 PM UTC

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The lack of intimacy that's between us . . Is torturous for the mind , I lay there , Feeling like I've Been poked, and prodded . And as mentally unstable Young lady, I'm bursting At the seams . . For even the smallest Amount of your infectious Attention .

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his teeth were stained putrid of the harsh life he endured . so many reasons to smile but he constantly holds back the truth . I'm sorry it's strenuous and tedious life, but a person can only keep giving before their own smile winds up half-hearted and empty as well .

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC

making the boy smile

his teeth were stained putrid of the harsh life he endured . so many reasons to smile but he constantly holds back the truth . I'm sorry it's strenuous and tedious life, but a person can only keep giving before their own smile winds up half-hearted and empty as well .

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