wuxian - Hello Poetry

All the things you said. Echo through my head. Repeating, repeating. Hurting my head. Everything you do. Rings through my skull. Repeating, repeating. Churning my brain. You live in my head. Something parasitic. Repeating, repeating. Let me tear you out. Repeating, repeating. Get out of my head. Repeating, repeating. Let me out. Please let me out. Please. It hurts.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC

repeating.

All the things you said. Echo through my head. Repeating, repeating. Hurting my head. Everything you do. Rings through my skull. Repeating, repeating. Churning my brain. You live in my head. Something parasitic. Repeating, repeating. Let me tear you out. Repeating, repeating. Get out of my head. Repeating, repeating. Let me out. Please let me out. Please. It hurts.

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A distant daydream, a memory I can't escape. No matter how hard I try, It always catches up to me. A garden that floods, as soon as I'm awake. The cheering of a crowd, that I can't make out. Loud noises, distorting my thoughts. I try to forget, But I'm dragged right back. Am I real? Is this real? I can't escape these dreams, It doesn't matter if I'm awake. So I go back to bed.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:58 PM UTC

faded.

A distant daydream, a memory I can't escape. No matter how hard I try, It always catches up to me. A garden that floods, as soon as I'm awake. The cheering of a crowd, that I can't make out. Loud noises, distorting my thoughts. I try to forget, But I'm dragged right back. Am I real? Is this real? I can't escape these dreams, It doesn't matter if I'm awake. So I go back to bed.

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Some days I feel like, nobody wants me, nobody needs me. Some days I feel like, I don't matter, nobody cares. But every day I wake up, I do my tasks, I live on. I'm scared that something will change, I'm scared that by living on, I'll witness something I shouldn't. I cry. I love. And I wake up again. Doing the same thing, every single day, maybe something will change. If I just do it, one more time, maybe I'll find reason today.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:56 PM UTC

something will change.

Some days I feel like, nobody wants me, nobody needs me. Some days I feel like, I don't matter, nobody cares. But every day I wake up, I do my tasks, I live on. I'm scared that something will change, I'm scared that by living on, I'll witness something I shouldn't. I cry. I love. And I wake up again. Doing the same thing, every single day, maybe something will change. If I just do it, one more time, maybe I'll find reason today.

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It's hard for me to focus. I don't hate the work. I want to do it. But I can't focus. I fidget. With my books. With my pens. It's not my fault. I was always blamed. I didn't try "hard enough." I didn't "care enough." I do care. I do try. But it's hard. I'm really trying. Please believe me.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC

believe me.

It's hard for me to focus. I don't hate the work. I want to do it. But I can't focus. I fidget. With my books. With my pens. It's not my fault. I was always blamed. I didn't try "hard enough." I didn't "care enough." I do care. I do try. But it's hard. I'm really trying. Please believe me.

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Everybody has told me, that I'm too thick, that I'm too heavy, and not good enough. They told me, that I'm disgusting, revolting, and annoying. But, recently I've learned, that nobody is perfect, and everybody's ideal, isn't the same as somebody else's. I think perfection is an idea, one we have fabricated, 'cause we can't handle, the fact that we're disliked. You can't please everyone, that's what I've learned, so I'll forgive you. 'Cause I'm an imperfectly perfect person.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC

perfect.

Everybody has told me, that I'm too thick, that I'm too heavy, and not good enough. They told me, that I'm disgusting, revolting, and annoying. But, recently I've learned, that nobody is perfect, and everybody's ideal, isn't the same as somebody else's. I think perfection is an idea, one we have fabricated, 'cause we can't handle, the fact that we're disliked. You can't please everyone, that's what I've learned, so I'll forgive you. 'Cause I'm an imperfectly perfect person.

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You. The sole reason for my suffering. I hate you. To look into the darkness, and only find you, is disgusting. Nothing has hurt me like you. I'd create a war. Just to get rid of you. But as I look back, you treated me kindly, am I the one to blame? Thinking. For a person such as me. To be given a second chance. It must be a joke! But I see now, oh, so clearly. I wasn't looking in, I was looking out, and he was looking in. The darkness was I. I love you.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC

love.

You. The sole reason for my suffering. I hate you. To look into the darkness, and only find you, is disgusting. Nothing has hurt me like you. I'd create a war. Just to get rid of you. But as I look back, you treated me kindly, am I the one to blame? Thinking. For a person such as me. To be given a second chance. It must be a joke! But I see now, oh, so clearly. I wasn't looking in, I was looking out, and he was looking in. The darkness was I. I love you.

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You're no good for me, sweet like ice cream, but just as cold. You're only good for a week, 'cause all milk sours, so I take you while you're good, then I throw you out. I can't even eat custard, because it reminds me of you, and my stomach starts to ache. I should've known, with just a taste, that you're no good, but I got selfish. But never again, you won't fool me, I'm not that naïve. 'Cause first you're sweet, then you're sour.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:48 PM UTC

latose intolerant.

You're no good for me, sweet like ice cream, but just as cold. You're only good for a week, 'cause all milk sours, so I take you while you're good, then I throw you out. I can't even eat custard, because it reminds me of you, and my stomach starts to ache. I should've known, with just a taste, that you're no good, but I got selfish. But never again, you won't fool me, I'm not that naïve. 'Cause first you're sweet, then you're sour.

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Pick it up. The pieces of your heart, that shattered long ago. The dreams that seemed dead. The lost and forgotten ones. That never had a chance. Pick it up. The memories you discarded, that you left to rot. The ones with trauma. The ones with love. Put them together again. Pick it up. The hope that you lost, that you thought was gone. The determination. The soul. The strength. 'Cause healing starts now.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:45 PM UTC

pick it up.

Pick it up. The pieces of your heart, that shattered long ago. The dreams that seemed dead. The lost and forgotten ones. That never had a chance. Pick it up. The memories you discarded, that you left to rot. The ones with trauma. The ones with love. Put them together again. Pick it up. The hope that you lost, that you thought was gone. The determination. The soul. The strength. 'Cause healing starts now.

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Round and round, we go around, on the carousel of love, we'll never hit the ground. Chasing a goal, I know I'll never make. Leading me 'round the nose, but it's fine, I don't mind, 'cause it's you who's doing so. Hey boy, I'll be the jester, entertain you, just don't leave. I don't care if you hate me, just let me love you, I'll beg on the ground for you, just give me attention, and you won't regret it. But when I fall off the ride, and bleed from my knee, the hand that helps me, why is it yours?

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC

carnival.

Round and round, we go around, on the carousel of love, we'll never hit the ground. Chasing a goal, I know I'll never make. Leading me 'round the nose, but it's fine, I don't mind, 'cause it's you who's doing so. Hey boy, I'll be the jester, entertain you, just don't leave. I don't care if you hate me, just let me love you, I'll beg on the ground for you, just give me attention, and you won't regret it. But when I fall off the ride, and bleed from my knee, the hand that helps me, why is it yours?

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Picking at my skin, making me bleed, scent of flesh, melting with the rouge. Stuffing up my chest, with a knife to my skin, playing doctor one-on-one, ******* in my breath. Am I pretty enough? Are my thoughts pure enough? Am I desirable enough? Obedient enough? Overemotional, heart too big for my body, keeps leaking out. It's better with my mouth shut. I'll gloss my lips, twisting up my insides, I'll become all that you want, until only a shell remains.

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC

pretty enough.

Picking at my skin, making me bleed, scent of flesh, melting with the rouge. Stuffing up my chest, with a knife to my skin, playing doctor one-on-one, ******* in my breath. Am I pretty enough? Are my thoughts pure enough? Am I desirable enough? Obedient enough? Overemotional, heart too big for my body, keeps leaking out. It's better with my mouth shut. I'll gloss my lips, twisting up my insides, I'll become all that you want, until only a shell remains.

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