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I feel numb when we're arguing
mad because you can't sleep with me
but how can I hand any more of myself over?
all I see in you are your choices and you chose her
all of this time I've taken the punches for you
but how long can my body stand being black and blue?
xoxo baby blue
roses are red
violets are purple
when he cuts me
his venom is verbal
fueled by his toxins within
he guided me down the path he's been
I always like to start poems with the roses red and are violets blue thing and see where it goes with how I'm feeling. I might continue on this later. xoxoxo
Will you paint the wall with my thoughts?
I can't stand being something I am not.
What does being happy really mean?
No one can explain it because it's just something we say.
People who look for happiness are often the most afraid of death.
but on that note, what does this life have you thinking about death?
Do you avoid thinking about it or have you come to peace with it? I don't think life should be about happiness.
I think it should be about really understanding who you are.
And not just understand who (your name) is to you
but what is underneath, who you were before society put a name on it, and maybe once you think you have found yourself and your place in this universe, what does the time you spend on this insignificant planet mean to you?
Because happiness is a constant destination
but the journey is the part where you really have to look around and be like... Have I ever questioned the nature of things around me?
need somewhere to save this deep ****  i said to someone, like if you please
Why do I put myself in a position to be attached at all?
I  have only set myself up to heights I cannot survive the fall.
Why am I the only one trying to break down your walls?
I have only been moving from one connection to the other.
Why can't I be alone, instead of someone's lover?
trying to analyse my behavior. even though its vague, can anyone relate..?
"We do not own the earth, we are part of it." These wise people understood that what we take or use, we must return in kind to maintain balance and equilibrium. Clearly, modern man with all his applied learning and technology has forgotten this. Subsequently, we currently face ecological disaster and eventual extinction because of our hunger for power and a few pieces of gold.
let me be clear, i did not write this! but i absolutely love this and needed somewhere to save it where i will never lose it/can use it again.
Im numb when I talk to people
Not a soul, with whom I connect
Constantly avoiding people I have met
Please, don't get me started on new conversations
Small talk is just diluted death sensations
Out loud, when I speak, I have no malicious intentions
but when brought to the surface I face negative altercations
Losing touch with my place in society
Reality is swallowed by my thoughts, which are rioting
Chaos is threading itself around my roots
My sense of normal I will soon lose
Too long, I have spent alone
Reclusive, I am prone
I always find myself back at not wanting to be alone
In honor of another consumer holiday, Happy Valentines Day! I'm still depressed! :)
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