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I've attempted to **** someone before



The dark part is




It wasn't an attempted homicide
When you've become a danger to yourself, you know you've gotten deeply selfish. That's why I stopped. I was hurting the people I loved for my own relief from pain and I cared more about them than myself so I decided to live through the pain.
Poetry
Music
Sleep
Not really a poem and not really worth posting. This is more if a reminder to me than anything else
it would unwind the knots in my stomach
words weren't meant to wind on this way
but you know i would write you a novel
when i could tell you the whole story
with three words
I scream and I shout and I jump up and down
But no one cares to listen
I cry and I beg and I plea with the crowd
But no one cares to listen
Am I invisible? Is everyone deaf?
Or does no one care to listen?
Are people blind? Am I dead?
Or does no one care to listen?
I want someone to notice me, to say that it’s okay
To wipe away the tears, show me that the world’s not grey.
Just have someone be there, always night and day-
But sadly, no one cares to listen.
Can someone, anyone hear my cry?
If no one does, I think I might die
I’m running out of tears to cry
But no one cares to listen
No one cares to listen
No one cares.
Listen
~Julianna Walters
If I could apologize I would,
I guess I did it all wrong ,
and thats where i'm wrong I know
It wasn't just you is was us.
we were bad together
experiencing the same thing ,
I know things happened unexpectedly
and they happened bad
it was just all bad
there was nothing good
not the way I treated you
not the way you treated me
I want to apologize
because it wasn't all you
it was us.
it was me.
I'm sorry .
we were so bad. together.
a table meant to be shared

occupied by a solitary eater

used to being alone all the time

but at this moment , longs to share it with someone

no, not just someone

someone she adores

but she can  only cling  to memories of their random encounters

which aren’t that much

In fact, she wonders if she’ll ever see him again

well, the situation’s not really hopeless

she can do something about it

but she’s chosen to be passive

relying on chance

or the absurdity of the idea of him wishing he could be with her,

to get to know her a little much better
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