Who would have though that
we could hate ourselves this much?

Red scars stand out vividly against pale skin,
protruding bones jut out from your smooth body,
the bitter smell of alcohol on your breath,
and acrid cigarette smoke pouring your delicate nose.

This self loathing,
this self hatred,
this anger that we can't be perfect,
gives us an excuse to destroy ourselves.

He
is
a mystery novel
words in between the lines that I don't get
He
is
a foreign melody
but I don't know his lyrics yet

If I could learn to know that boy
the one who doesn't know my name
but I know his, and I hold my breath when he passes by
while kind of wishing he was doing the same
Maybe if I could get him alone in a room
the way I've wanted to all along
'cause
I
want to
know him
learn to know him
he's been echoing off my thoughts
for a little too long

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She could probably name your favorite show
Your favorite movie
Favorite song and color
Favorite book and favourite T shirt
And she knows she is your favorite contact in your phone
But I could name your writing style, I know the word you could never spell right as a kid I know your favorite authors and who's books you have read every single one of, and I know every crevice and silver fleck in your highest hopes and aspirations.
She wouldn't care about that stuff
...but that doesn't matter to you, does it?


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I'm fine, thank you for asking
Pain's something, I'm good at masking
Except you didn't ask, 'cause you don't care
And I shouldn't be surprised, to be fair.
I messed up, and I'm worthless now
And I'm hurting more, than I should allow.
But I'm fine, thank you for inquiring
Why would I be hurt, by what's transpiring?

Despite all the times, you said 'I love you'
If you heard my name, you'd reply 'who?'
Now our love, doesn't mean a thing
You've forgotten the times, you made my heart sing
You didn't even say goodbye
Because I'm not worth, another try

Thinking back to all the times I made you blush
I can't figure out why I wasn't good enough
What is it you think, I somehow lack?
That stops you from wanting to love me back.

Nah, I'm fine, I'm really okay
For as much as you care, anyway

To Ember,
Have you noticed you're far too often someone's "Once"?
Far too often you make it into their "Remember Whens"
While you're there you burn brightly
But you burn bright until you burn out
And then all you are is a memory
A faded recollection
Just a blurry piece of the past
Like a bubble
Shimmering and floating high
Everything seems beautiful
But once it pops
That's it.
The End.
Ember, quit being so disposable.
So easily forgotten
Quit
F
A
   L
     L
      I
       N
        G
And F   A   d   i   n   g...

So quickly.

When will you stop being just a memory?

From Ember


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Defensiveness the color of fear and the shape of loneliness is the poison that flows within the veins of Rejection and Inadequacy.

READ EVERY THIRD WORD

Absolutely undoubtedly,  I really truly can't express my hate for despicable him. The memories though, were unforgettable, I won't even try.

(I sincerely mean both sentences within this thought st the same time.)

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