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A person with no enemies is a person with no friends.
They do not oppose, argue, or defend.
They have no opinions of themselves for anyone to hate them over, they have only the opinions of others that constantly shift based on who they’re with.
This person with no enemies doesn’t know how to protect the ones they love, because in treating everyone as an inarguably good person, they fail to see their faults and flaws that hurt themselves and others.
They hurt themselves in attempts to protect themselves.
They don’t want conflict, so they just try to be kind and tolerant of everyone — even the people who hurt them.
They let themselves get trampled on and used to please others. Inevitably, if they refuse to have enemies, they
will become their own.

It is possible to have no enemies, but it is not healthy.
It's okay to not like other people because of the actions they’ve done to hurt you or someone else.
Just because that person has the potential to change doesn’t mean you have to stick around to wait for them to get better and get hurt more in the process.
Having enemies doesn’t mean you have to constantly engage in conflict, nor does it mean you have to have an active pursuit against this person.
You just have to avoid and ignore them when possible, and remind yourself that you respect yourself enough to not get down to
their level.

I don’t wish that I didn’t have enemies. In fact, I wish I had more.
Assignment from Drama class - Write about someone who has no enemies. Is it even possible? Do you wish you had no enemies?
I am trapped in my mind
They’ll call me “quiet”
But if only they knew that inside, its too loud

I've got a lot of ghosts inside me just whizzing 'round
And no matter what temptations I use I can't coax them out


I’m my best friend, my worst enemy
The only person who knows, and that who knows the least

I sometimes wish that they hurt it all
That the noise would bleed out my ears, the same as tears and scars

But my worries are far too selfish I can’t let you know
Cause if whats in my head went into yours I’d have to let you go



Italicized are from Cavetown’s “So Much”
Sometimes I think it has gone away
Those are the times that I’m mistaken.

The hurt, it always comes back.
Reminding me that I’ll never get better.
I think they forgot that I'm sick.
I didn't, though.

How could I, when
Nightly I clutch my pillow wth tears in my eyes
and sometimes I sleep with a blade by my side.
In the bathroom, I'd strike the match box
and watch the fire burn.
When I wear shorts, I'd put my hand to my thigh
and trace over scattered scars.
When, often, I fantasize and plan out countless ways to die
and remind myself I have only my promised year left.

Maybe its easy for them to forget though, because
I never really let myself cry
or cut my thighs.
I never let myself press the match to skin
and let myself burn.
I never let anyone see the scars,
pulling those shorts down.
And I could never really commit
because I'm too scared of failing.

Its strange, though,
Despite how I've stopped the self-harm,
it still hurts.
Its nice

Like a hug
Like fireworks
Like

Like everything might be okay
To be human is

To create
To think
To laugh

To cry
To love
To hate

To have opinions
To have feelings
To have identity

I don't think I'm human.

Rather, an artificial mimic.
A failure of a person.
An insult to humanity.

Nothing Nothing Nothing.
I understand that you don't understand.
That you feel confused,
And threatened.

What I don't understand is why you call me confused
And dangerous
When you're the one out to **** me
In the name of

Woman's rights
Religious Beliefs
Children's safety
Your own good.

When you know **** well you don't care about any of them.

I don't want to debate
Or be politically controversial.
I just want to live.

Just let me be.
Let me exist.
I'm scared of the current state of things...
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