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 May 24 Honeybee
Sophia
Straight Boys: Why are all the hot girls lesbian?
Lesbians: Why are all the hot girls straight?
Straight Girls: Why are all the hot guys gay?
Gay Guys: Why are all the hot guys straight?
Bisexuals: WHY ARE ALL THE HOT PEOPLE TAKEN?
Pansexuals: Everyone is hot. What do i do?
Asexuals: What.
I'm pansexual and this is honestly how I feel.
These 4 walls
Have no windows or doors
Yet I pound and I pound
With hope


Of escaping
 May 2 Honeybee
Siddhant
Why did you leave me 'bleeding' and not 'dead'?
I wonder as I die every day,
in pain, as I lay in my bed.

You engulfed me in your ocean,
as you lured the fish I was.
You clawed into the skin like a leech,
as you still held me after I pushed you.
You coiled and hissed,
as you embraced the prey I was.
You plucked my flower from the stem that I was,
as you bit my flesh.
You drove over like a truck,
as you punched and kicked me.
You ****** all the air of mine,
as your hands strangled my neck.
You pierced through a crumbled body like an arrow,
as you went into me.

By now, you had drunk all the water from the vessel that I was,
your thirst still not quenched,
as your inferno burned me.

My skin is now scarred forever,
the bruises etched into my very soul.
At this moment, you may be incarcerated,
but I will always be cursed by the feeling of being trapped.
Abuse, Sad, Harsh, Death, lonely
the truth is, i dont have the guts to kiII myself. i want to walk busy roads and dark alleys in the hopes someone will do it for me
 Apr 6 Honeybee
Sera
Haiku
 Apr 6 Honeybee
Sera
Fragile blossoms fall
crushed silk petals drift, vision
of white butterflies
Seeing you again in my dream was a nightmare.
Life is great

I’m so happy!





See, I knew it wouldn’t work
 Apr 4 Honeybee
Grace
"You're not stressed, just bored."
Maybe. Maybe she is bored,
hence her crying in her room alone,
hence her panic attacks hiding in the closet,
hence her tired eyes glimmering with tears,
She is probably just bored.
How can you say that, how can you say that without caring if you break her self esteem, without regret fracturing your heart? How can you say that when you feel the heaviness of her chest as she enters the room, sitting there against the chair with her pale complexion and that look of defeat in her eyes? What kind of person thinks that boredom can destroy a little girl like that?
She is not bored, I promise you.
It is much worse.
She is breaking.
And you just added a crack to her spine,
dismissing her heart like it was nothing.
She is not nothing. She is my everything, but she thinks that she is nothing because you said that she was bored and that the monster in her chest, feeding on her blood supply was a butterfly instead.
How can you say that?
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