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NoFucksGiven Nov 2016
I'm SICK of making things worse
I'm SICK of being hurt
I'm SICK of crying myself to sleep
I'm SICK of hating everything
I'm SICK of fake smiling
I'm SICK of feeling this way
I'm SICK of letting people down
I'm SICK of being me...
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on
NoFucksGiven Nov 2016
Did you think of how your
actions effected others, before you
brought the blade down the 1st
time?

No                                                    ­                                                                 ­                                             

I bet you didn't think, of how much
pain I felt when I found
you on your bathroom floor

You                                                       ­                                                                 ­                                        

probably thought that, dying
was the easiest way out.But I

Obviously                                                     ­                                                                 ­                                

was always there for you, and
it hurts me more and more knowing
that i was the closest to you and I

Didn't                                                        ­                                                                 ­                                   

notice a **** thing
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on
NoFucksGiven Nov 2016
Don't                 think that promises
                          are meant to solve              problems.
                             Because they create more problems.

Trust                    is something you can't have
                            with promises. Just hate, just
                            anger, just pain.

People                promises false hope. These
                           false hopes create false dreams.

That Makes       us all a villain doesn't it?

Promises            creates empty dreams
                           false hopes,pure hate,
                           cold pain, and a broken life.
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on
NoFucksGiven Nov 2016
No
No more tears
Because your so selfish.
It hurts me to look at you.
No more self doubt
No matter how much you hurt me
No more... Lies
Pain...Tears...FEAR
No More...
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on
NoFucksGiven Nov 2016
She dances to a soundless tune
It has no beat
And no tune
But she till dances to this soundless tune
The songs changes every second, every minute, every hour
From anger to happiness
From joy to sorrow
It's like a story
But unlike every other story
It
Never
Ends
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on.
NoFucksGiven Nov 2016
l-o-v-e is just another word that doesn't exist
s-o-r-r-y is a word i sometimes say when i don't mean it
h-a-t-e is a word i use when i mean it
p-a-i-n is a word i use to describe how i feel
t-w-i-s-t-e-d is a word i use to describe my "illness"
c-u-r-e is a word that creates false hope
s-o-r-r-o-w is my conscious
f-e-a-r is my dreams
n-i-g-h-t-m-a-r-e is 75% of my life
cold hard r-e-a-l-i-t-y is the other 25%
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on.
NoFucksGiven Nov 2016
Today was our anniversary
It took me 3 and a half hours to come up with the best outfit
My hair and nails was looking its best
He took me out to dinner
5-star restaurant
A table already reserved
Glass cups, wine
Classic time
Then we went to the club
He bought me a couple of drinks
A bit too many
But I didn't drink them all
He got wasted
We went to his house
He once told me that he would stay loyal to me
But as soon as we walked in
He broke his promise
In the end, i walked out of his house with blood and a broken bottle in my hands
My last words to him were
I told you not to touch
To All Reader:
I ask of you to give me you critiques on my poems. I want to become a better poet, and i need to know what i need to work on.
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