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 Nov 2014 alone again
love me
love
 Nov 2014 alone again
love me
how could a heart like yours
love a heart like mine

your heart is full of love.
you dream of life.
you have no regrets.
you live without fear of the future.

my heart is full of-
well it's not full at all:
it's broken; shattered,
into a thousand tiny little pieces.

and somehow, someway,
you were kind enough;
to hunt for every little piece,
and put me back together.

and this is why i,
will never understand,
this silly little thing,
we call love.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm just tired."
I'm just tired of hating myself to the point of self-destruction.
I'm just tired of being in so much emotional pain that no sobs escape but gasps for air.
I'm just tired of having to hide under hoodies and long pants.
I'm just tired of drawing on myself with metal, losing my inner ink every time.
I'm just tired of not wanting to wake up the next day.
I'm just tired of not being able to sleep.
I'm just tired of the ****** noses and wilting hair.
I'm just tired of the stares and rumors.
I'm just tired of being too weak to stay.
I'm just tired of slow suicide.
" What's wrong?"
"I'm just tired."
 Sep 2014 alone again
elizabeth
I don't know what hurts more
Knowing that I used to know
Just how you felt,
Knowing all too late
That I could have helped,
or
No longer having you here
Im alive
But i feel dead
Im choking
On my own breath

Im myself
But still someone else
Deciding who to be
Is a living hell

All these things
All this stuff
It ruins me
It fills me up

Im burning down
Im tearing up
Just take it away
Please make it stop
You ask me if I'm sad
No. I am not.
You ask me if I'm distant.
No. I am not.
I'm just listening. Just observing.
You're thoughtless actions amuse me
No. They do not.
They anger me.

You can fool many. Almost all.
So congratulations.
But no longer will you fool me.
So sorry,
But I know who you are.
      
             So know this.  

You will hear me when I say
That one day
You will crash.
You will get what is coming.
And I won't be back.
So good luck with that.
 Sep 2014 alone again
Liz Hill
You say that I am
Pretty,
Nice,
Lovely.
But "nice" girls don't etch tally marks into their wrists.
"Pretty" girls don't cry themselves to sleep at night.
And "lovely" girls aren't afraid of the demons in their mind.
From a darker time.

— The End —