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 Aug 2015 AnActualToaster
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One
I hate myself.
Two
I'm scared to sleep at night because whenever I close my eyes it's as if the ruthless words of hatred and disgust that you throw at me relentlessly replay over and over in my head as if it was a broken record perched on the top of a dusty shelf that isn't within a reachable distance.
Three*
I don't know who I am anymore. I lost her somewhere within this sea of sadness I plunged myself into.
Four
Fat, Ugly, Worthless. Fat, Ugly, Worthless. Fat, Ugly, Worthless.* These are the words that taunt me everyday and latch onto me like a bloodthirsty leech that just found a new piece of flesh to feed off of.
Five
Whenever somebody tells me to be who I am and that they won't judge. I laugh. I laugh because being who I am is just a distant memory. I cant be who I am because I lost when I skipped my first meal. I lost who I was when I learned what it felt like to genuinely hate myself. I lost myself when I learned how to numb myself so that I feel nothing at all. Now here I am in present time, curled up in a ball of my own self pity, crying out all the feelings I wish I had.
Six
Somedays, I wish I could find the me that loves me, but I can't because the horrid words that you uttered to me stabbed her over and over again relentlessly and when you finally walked away, she stood there bleeding out all the love and trust she used to have.
Seven
I hate telling people how I really feel because they take it as a yearning for attention, not a cry for help. I hate telling people how I feel because they would treat me as if I was a problem and not a human.
Eight
I just wish that someone would paint on me as if I were a blank canvas and turn me into something magnificent because I am tired of continuously painting
myself in hopes that my tear-stained cheeks, lifeless eyes, and pain will turn me into the beautiful girl society expects me to be.
Nine
I just wish I was normal.

-b.c.
First poem I published on here, I hope you like it. -b.c.
If I knew that was our last moment, I would have told you how safe I feel around you, how I'm my best self when I'm with you

If I knew that was our last moment, I wouldn't have gotten mad at you for having to leave me early

If I knew that was our last moment, I would have cuddled you until I could feel your heartbeat against my chest

If I knew that was our last moment, I would have kissed you goodbye and a 101 more times after that

If I knew that was our last moment, I would have told you that I miss you every single second that I'm not with you

If I knew that was our last moment, I would have tried to convince you that I'm worth it

But I guess if didn't see my value in the moment you left me, you will never see my value
and I hate myself every time I think even for a second that I'm not worth it
That I don't deserve it all
Because I do
I deserve it all and more

I like you and I miss you so much
But sometimes, that's not enough
even if you feel the same way

I know what I demand and I'm sorry you couldn't be that

Regardless
I will always miss you
as you were my greatest admiration and my most distressful loss
How could*                            
prince charming          
*have been            
playing      
   dress up
      too?
Anxiety is when the world around you gyrates
Depression is when it stands still
Wanting so badly to reach for the stars
Knowing you never will

Depression is more than a feeling
It's a ship sinking in the ocean of you
Always being told that you're worth it
But knowing it isn't true.

Depression is "it's okay"
Anxiety is "I'm fine"
Depression is a wound that just doesn't heal with time

And mixing the two together
Is a cocktail of explosives
Depression is absolute stillness
While anxiety is motion

How can the world be spinning
When my world is standing still
I've never understood it
Perhaps I never will.
My heart has know every kind of love it can
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