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sometimes
things dont work out
**I hope this is not one of those
eh, eh?
How can one be expected to put their best foot forward if there is nothing worth moving towards?
through the window,
lies a playground.
It hasnt been inhabited in years.
this particular ground,
once held pain.
But the hawks now stalk it,
waiting for dinner.
Its funny how
such a place of happiness
turned to a place
where even vultures don't dare go.
I watch the paint chip away.
at  dawn it disappears.
the same way the children did
I wont stop thinking of you
til death
I love you
I hope you speak of me
til death
I wish  i could love you.
Give you what  you want.
What you need
What hasnt been given.
I swear i would love you til the end.
Death could not seperate me
Nor rushing tides that crush and tear.
My heart  is yours.
It is in your hands.
You are beautiful.
Smart as hell.
Love your words.
Love who you are.
I wish i could hold you
I want  to look in your eyes
And see life
My dear,
I wish i could be there
til death
But honey  
I just  dont know
I dont know if you like me
Or if things just appear this way.
God
you are perfect
Everything .
I cant explain this.
Im a terrible  poet
But i write for you.
I will write for you
til death
Even if i never see you
My vivid memory will provide  flawlessly.
Beautiful
Caring
Passionate
I see your need
For love
To be loved
Because you are
Like me

I love you.
Believe me.
I hope we can be together
*til death
For a girl really special to me
Marriage
Supposed to be the best day of our life.
Lovers hand in hand
trust stronger than the land
But then things turn
after a year, things get bad.
They hit you, beat you, and taunt you.
The can say they're sorry
but just wait
when everyone stops watching,
things just go back  to the way they where.
That ring you wear show the pain,
and with every "I love you"
flesh rips open.
Those three words,
which should mean exactly as they say,
become an expectation,
you would't dare not say it back.
Counseling is suggested,
but sorry to tell you,
some people don't change
They like to stick to their ways,
never admit wrong,
No, they never listen to the world's sad song
and blame everyone else for their problems.
How sad it must be
to be wishing for death
rather than to face the humiliation of divorce.
God pins you down saying, "You committed!"
God holds you accountable,
you are expected to stay with the "one"
but the "one" is the one who causes you pain.
The pain
people just don't see
Marriage isn't always bad
See, some marriages really are perfect,
life in the Barbie Dream House,
perfect spouse,
perfect kids,
perfect house
perfect job
perfect everything
But,
this poem is not about them.
This poem is about the marriages where abuse
has become a household term.
This is for the people who hide in closets,
neglect coming home,
and for the people who would rather **** themselves
than give the abuser another thought.
Kids expect mommy and daddy to be perfect,
after all
on Disney Channel they are
Its so sad that America has been led by the violent.
Its sad how we are forced to look at statistics,
1 in 4 women will experience domestic abuse in their life time.
Men are victims of nearly 3 million physical assaults in the USA.
These things exists,
right in our own backyard.
Around the corner,
and down the block.
Its almost like a don't ask, don't tell policy,
Its like,
if you've been hit,
its "get over it"
and
"stop being dramatic"
"It could be worse"
But the thing is,
getting abused is not a good feeling.
It affects your body,
your mind,
and your soul
to the point where being broken is an everyday occurrence.
It isn't always physical.
Words hurt too
being told you are worthless,
dumb,
not enough
those sting too.
They make you hurt.
Abuse is abuse,
it doesn't matter what your excuse is.
It is never okay.
Why would someone start it.
Marriage,
traps you in.
Abuse is and has been the entire problem
But, who knew it would all start,
when you gave your word,
you would stay
"Till death do us part"
While writing this poem, I had to stop myself from crying. It hurts to think people are so evil. Just by researching facts for this poem,
I had to stop, things were too hard.
As an abuse victim, I wanted to write something that would show what I go through, but also I wanted to write about others,
and I wanted to hit the origin of how abuse starts....Marriage.
Till Death Do us Part:
By Bleeding Diamonds.
Marriage
Supposed to be the best day of our life.
Lovers hand in hand
trust stronger than the land
But after a year,
You’ve got to wonder
Is this marriage going south?
Am I scared to open my mouth?
You may start to learn
Things get bad.
Your spouse may hit you, beat you, and taunt you.
The may say they're sorry
but just wait
when everyone stops watching;
things just go back to the way they were.
That ring you wear shows the pain
and with every "I love you"
wounds open.
The emotional warfare rings on.
Those three words,
which should mean exactly as they say,
become an expectation,
you wouldn’t dare not say it back.  
Counseling is suggested,
but sorry to tell you,
some people don't change
They like to stick to their ways,
never admit wrong,
No, they never listen to the world's sad song
and blame everyone else for their problems.
How sad it must be
to be waiting for death to due you part
rather than to face the humiliation of divorce.
God pins you down saying, "You committed!"
God holds you accountable,
you are expected to stay with the "one"
but the "one" is the one who causes you pain.
The pain
people just don't see
Marriage isn't always bad
See, some marriages really are perfect,
life in the Barbie Dream House,
perfect spouse,
perfect kids,
perfect house,
Perfect car,
perfect job
perfect everything
But,
this poem is not about them.
This poem is about the marriages where abuse
has become a household term.
Kids expect mommy and daddy to be perfect,
after all
on Disney Channel they are
It’s sad how we are forced to look at statistics,
1 in 4 women will experience domestic abuse in their life time.
Men are victims of nearly 3 million physical assaults in the USA.
These things exist,
right in our own backyard.
Around the corner,
and down the block.
It’s almost like a don't ask, don't tell policy,
It’s like,
if you've been hit,
its "get over it"
and
"stop being dramatic"
"It could be worse"
But the thing is,
getting abused is not a good feeling.
It affects your body,
your mind,
and your soul
to the point where being broken is an everyday occurrence.
Abuse is abuse,
it doesn't matter what your excuse is.
It is never okay.

Love shouldn’t be fear
It should flow.
One to another.
It should be wonderful.
Love shouldn’t have to hide.
It should abide with life.
Pain was never meant for a couple.
Fists should not overtake kisses.
Love shouldn’t be shoved inside a closet,
Just waiting to be forgotten.
Love is beginning to lose its meaning.
Abuse has taken over a lot of people’s lives and relationships
Parents and children
Husbands and wives.

But, who knew it could all start,
when you gave your word,
you would stay
"Till death do us part"
going to be performed live in front of my school tomorrow!!!
I sit among you.
I laugh with you whenever the teachers do something funny,
But has anyone ever wondered,
Just who I am?
Just a poet, right?
I mean,
What am I doing right now?
The thing is,
I do that too.
I neglect the simple things.
I don’t know every one of you.
But I should.
Because each of you are beautiful in your own way.
I have failed to stay positive.
So, this is my confession, I guess.

I neglect the beautiful sky,
The clouds,
And the stars.
I don’t recognize the grass,
Someone should really kick my…****?
But, don’t we all?
I think it’s time I give myself a chance to move away from darkness for just a moment
I think we need to give this time of year a shout-out
This is the time for summer,
Swimming pools and tanning under the bright, golden sun.
This is a time for celebration.
I feel so glad.
It’s been a long year,
Tons of work and little cheer.
But,
This is the last poetry session,
And it’s time for my confession.
I’ve been in the dark a little too long.
And I wasn’t brave enough to sing you all a song.
But hey,
It’s almost “next year”
And this one has been good.
Imagine it,
It’s almost summertime, baby.
Lets stop being negative
For just one moment.
Lets forget about those cp’s and refocuses,
And just be happy.
We’ve made it this far.
For me, I got three years left,
But if my brother taught me anything,
It’s that I will survive.
He’s in the military,
And I’m at school
If he can do it,
Than I can too.
It’s time to celebrate guys.
Time to celebrate each other,
The year,
And the life ahead of us.
Its time to celebrate our girlfriends and boyfriends,
Best friends and teachers.
The seniors and their achievements.
This is the time of year
To remember all that we have fought for.
The sun is shining,
Someone somewhere is smiling.
So let’s give this year a big bow,
As we walk away from the school
For another two months.
Lets hear it.
For the last poetry slam.
Yep, this is it.
(rip paper)
This is your, our
Shoutout.
this will be performed next friday
Sometimes it just needs to be said
*Im so tired
you thought *** could make you feel whole again.
tell me, did it?
You thought kissing would revive you
did it?
I couldn't have been enough
to satisfy your uncountable lust.
I am truly sorry
I was not good enough
I am alone.
So are you
But we will never be the perfect two.
Serenity does not exist
in your presence
Children
stop your tears
this life
is just a diversion
This pain you feel
will end.
It has to end
Human,
You are only a babe,
But there is so much I could tell you.
There are things that are gonna happen.
Bad things.
Things that are so ****** up,
You are going to want to give it all up for the sound of a glock.
But child,
There is a way.
You might get lucky,
If you are blessed enough to have a good mommy and daddy,
But for me,
I wasn’t so fortunate.
Through abuse, I cursed the world,
But I also learned to grow up without a helping hand.
If this is you,
Its really simple to crack a fake smile,
Say you’re okay,
And have nothing else to say,
But you will find hope somewhere.
These voices in your head are demons that want you to stop giving a ****.
But remember, everyone is born with a little bit of luck.
So make it count tonight,
Tear off these band-aids that were sowed to your skin to hide the bruises.
I want you to live,
Live a better life than I could ever look.
Find hope in the moon,
It is always watching.
Do not carry this burden if your life ends up being good.
But do not forget the souls trapped in their own hell.
Things can always get worse, yes.
But you are a beacon of hope,
You.
You are worth so much more than what they will tell you,
There are real people that will be unforgiving,
But you must find it in your heart
To forgive.
Its hard child.
But believe me,
You will find hope in the good things you do.
And this is because you were able to do what many others could not.
And as you cry tonight,
Waiting for care,
Remember this.
You are not alone.
But people will leave you.
People will abandon you.
They will stab your heart,
Just to see it bleed.
But hope is what you need.
Stand up child.
Stand up tall.
Raise a fist
And send the haters to hell.
I will rise from the stones,
this is the day
that I shout out,
"I AM BLEEDING DIAMONDS"
This is the day
where I live up to my name
This is the day Zach will rise.
Rise past the haters,
Rise past the abusers,
yes my friends,
today is the day I let go of everything and become
who I was always meant to be.
Make me see
*just how eternal love can be
When a poet falls in love
Things can fall into place
or not
When you love a poet
You cant expect normality
Things inside a poet's head arnt clear.
Things the poet wants are faded.
Obscure.
When you choose to give your heart
There really is
No telling
The outcome.
The poet will try to use the words he's used so well before,
But end up stumbling upon every syllable.
Don't expect something
The breaking of hearts is not intentional.
Just a mere side effect.
Ghosts haunt the mind
Of a poet.
If you are down
To love
Expect
To be
Broken
It *****.
But in the end
Arnt we all broken?
A poet can only try
So hard
Too hard maybe
But it is you
That picks up the knife.
The poet can use words
To try to save you
Because words are all that he's ever had
And they will fail him.
Just as so many have before.
So
If that poet loves you
And says it
He means it.
i meant it
But things can only go so far
And you went over the edge.
She tested a poets words.
How is one to face suicide from a thousand miles away?
This poet cant give up
But only try so much
Before laying the pen down
And say
okay
Because you chose
*to love a poet
My lover loves me.
Funny right?
Well, its funny to me too.
But, for a different reason.
It's funny because she loves who I am.
I find it hard to understand
just how a girl like her
could like a guy like me.
I love thew way her hair shines in the sun.
I love the way
she knows just what to say
when the world seems like
it just got a little too dark.
I love the way she holds my hand,
and how when she does
i can feel every pulse rush through my veins.
I love the way she smiles,
with a certain finesse that has to be professional.
I love the way she leans on me.
It makes me feel like a some body
Not a no body.
I don't deserve her.
I never will.
And yet, here she is.
She loves me.
And i wonder,
if she knows how much I love her.
she's my baby, my angel
And I will never hurt her.
To my one and only,
Tiffany
Today,
is 4/6/16.
It is 7:46 pm.
And my childhood friend
just died
41 minutes ago.
No lie,
no joke.
I cry as I write this one,
my eyes are probably swollen,
and I know
he wouldn't want me to cry.
But,
I look at the pictures I have of him,
how he seemed so happy.
I held him in my arms,
just hoping he'd eat something,
at 5:10 pm today.
He hadn't been eating for days,
he couldn't stand up.
My friend's name was scooter.
Scooter was the best pet I could have asked for.
He was the main attraction at my home,
because he was a pig.
Such a lovable pig.
He was just like a dog, but better.
That pig could make me smile any day.
He used to dance.
He used to oink so cutely.
I am gonna miss him for sure.
I just know it.
With that, I end this one.
With tears in my eyes,
I wish you a final goodbye.
I will always love you, buddy.
R.I.P
my dear, dear scooter.
For my pet pig scooter, who died today. Please wish him your best,
as he experiences whatever may be next. I guess I could use some encouragement right now. I grew up with him
dont be afraid
count your days of happiness.
dont dwell on the hate of the world.
Please keep your faith.
don't leave in the midst of it all.
stay there.
be there for your friends.
for your lover.
Stay sane, no matter how hard it is.
Remember, child, that i love you.
I care for you.
I want you.
Be careful of the people that want to rob you of happienes.
I wish i could offer you more advise.
But the truth is, no one can be happy forever.
So when you feel happy, make it count.
Lord knows i wish i had.
Because I dont know how else to say
We are all ****** to this world.
And child, be good.
I'll be waiting. watching.
I'll see you soon,
Dad
If i do have a child, god bless these words
I may not be able to save the whole world, but I hope that my words can one day save someone’s world.
Excuse me ,
But I have a few things to tell you.

1. If you ever touch her again,
I will personally insure that you won't have hands to touch anything EVER AGAIN.

2. If you ever remind her of what you did to her,
I will make sure you will not have a tongue to speak with.
I will cut out the very cords that allowed you to talk.

3. If you ever look at her, your own sister lustfully ever again,
I will make sure you do not have eyes to watch her grow up.
___________________
Th­ough I may not have the privilege to see her anymore, I will always love her.
I will always be there for her,
and I will protect her from people like you.
People like you who value
***
rather than
family
and
insest
I hope you read this.
Head my words.
If anything happens to her,
I will find you'
and i don't think
you want that.
I hope you take this seriously,
because you are sick enough,
and I will pay you back,
worse than anyone ever has
you will never sexually abuse her ever again.
Got it?
Sincerely,
Zach
******* Scott
she says we can't
and I guess that's okay
I don't have a choice,
but that doesn't mean I don't love her anymore.
I love her so much.
I want to melt her heart just once.
just once
I want to kiss her
just once
I want to know what it feels like
to be loved by her
though, I can't,
that is my dream,
and I don't want to let that dream be just a dream.
She is so beautiful.
Like, ****.
She is perfect.
Even when she is tired,
when she is hyper,
and...
even when stealing clay.
she is everything to me.
I love talking to her,
being with her.
Always.
I know she doesn't want me.
she can't I guess.
But I want her so bad.
I can't stop believing.
someday we could be.
But reality says,
"she doesn't like me"
I love her.
So much.
Tell me,
what can I do?
I want to win her heart,
even though she wants another guy to have it.
She is perfect.
she is perfect
I say sorry so much,
because
I don't want to mess anything up,
I always mean it
I love the way she is.
I don't know what to do about this?
I really can't do anything.
But I think,
Zach,
you're in love.
But Zach,
I really don't know if she is in love with you.
I have no idea if there is something wrong with me.
She won't tell me.
But something keeps me going.
I just...i don't even know.
I hope she knows this is for her.
I don't know if you like this,
I'm sorry
I just want you to know,
I like you so much.
Please,
just know.
*please read this,
you,
the girl I like
to her.
when you hit the like button,
and the heart turns red,
or you reshare my work,
it revives me.
Someone always likes something.
Oh and how heartwarming it is
when you leave me a comment.
It fills my spirit,
to know you like what I wrote,
and you cared enough
to read my words.
For you, the viewer,
I respect you.
Everything you are.
I read your comments,
each and every one.
I appreciate them all,
and this is how I thank you.
I really love
how you build me up,
and how you are there for me
when I need you.
Thank you truly
from the bottom of my heart.
You truly make me
bleed diamonds.
to each and every one of you
visibility.
something i've never been able to say for myself.
No matter how much I try to exist,
people see right through me.
Like I'm a ghost.
But when they need me,
I am as solid as a rock.
They only need me
for my brain.
I feel unappreciated.
I've picked so many people up,
only for them to knock me down.
So,
do i quit?
But,
what if someone really needs me?
am i worth their consideration?
thank you
for being here
for reading this
for taking the time
to see what i have to say.
Thank you
for
showing me
that there are people
who will listen
truly for you, the reader
Tradition.
Ever since I can remember, there has always been a drum kick somewhere.
There was always a slight hum,
Or the faintest whistle.
Ever since I was in my mother’s womb,
My heart has beaded to the sound of the drum’s snare
And as I was born,
I whined with the sound of a guitar.  
If you ask me what my favorite childhood memory was,
I will simply say music.
When I was little
I noticed that everyone had a favorite type of music,
And I, being as independent as I was,
Decided that I was not going to like music at all.
But, as music does,
It took me away
“Like the moon rules the tide”
And if you know what song that’s from, I’ll love you forever.
Now I realize,
Music is my soul
It makes me feel whole,
It’s something that cannot be stolen.
My family always has had music,
Music led me from the deepest hole of mourning,
And it is digging me out of this current diagnoses of depression.
Music is a universal idea,
Every culture,
Every person has their “soul” music.
My family started with the deep roots of rock
Metallica, poison, and Guns & roses.
My parents where the stereotypical punk rockers of the 80’s.
So it was only natural for me to follow their footsteps,
Except a lot more *******.
And as I grew,
I gained more of what my family had to offer me,
I found out that my mother was amazing at the flute,
And my dad was a beast on the drums,
But somewhere along the way they passed on the urge that music is life,
And one day, it will be the performance of a lifetime.
This tradition fuels me today,
I see it in my everyday actions,
Wherever I am there seems to be music playing somewhere.
I am fueled by rock to this day,
Though some call it devil music,
I find it rather heavenly.
I heard a quote once that said
“you hear screaming
I hear meaning”
And this is more than true because as you hear savage screaming,
I hear and understand their words and pain.
The stereotypical people always think those songs are about worshiping satan,
But what they don’t realize is that beautiful lyrics such as,
“That little kiss you stole,
It held my heart and soul”
And
“I am the ocean, I am the sea,
There is a world inside of me”
Exist
I don’t know if there are any fans of this band here,
But that was from one of my favorite bands called Bring Me the Horizon.
Anyways,
The thing people have come to know as “screamo” has become my tradition.
It has brought me to know so many good friends,
And tons of amazing conversations.
Even if it starts when I wear my “My chemical romance” t-shirt, and get a ton of compliments on it.
And im sure music unites you as well.
We all have different tastes,
But in the end there is something everyone can agree on.
If rock isn’t your cup of tea than maybe rap,
Or hip hop,
Or R&B.;
I dunno,
Its up to you!
But music is where my roots started,
And those roots are growing a powerful tree.
Music inspires me so much, and can you genuinely say the same?
Do you ever have those moments when that perfect song comes on,
And you stop everything to hear it?
I do.
And its normal.
It is human nature to sway with the music when you think no one is watching.
This tradition is so delicate,
And it will live on because there is always new music ideas to be had.
New lyrics popping up every day,
And who knows,
Are you the next protégé?
I never thought I would write a poem about music but yet here I am,
Following my tradition
Of music.
will be performed
My dads room was often dusty.
He had...things in there.
Things that would strike a childs curiosity.
Exept
It wasnt my curiosity.
He got home from work
Us kids were home alone.
He saw little fingerprints on his dresser.
I was called up to his room
He snatched my hand
Pulled my thumb
And planted a print right next to the crime scene.
My thumb matched the other one.
I pleaded with him that it wasnt me.
And it wasnt.
But he hit me
And told me i was lying
He told me he wouldn't stop until i admitted it
So i lied.
I told him i did it
I didn't.
I was treated like a dog
Had nothing to do with the situation
Just his way of ******* my head.
He
Made me lie
About a truth
That was easy to tell.
I didnt go up there
Someone else did
But like always
I fell for the crime i didnt commit.
Who the **** lies and says he did something that he didn't.
It happened all the time.
I was
I am
A truthful person.
But he made me lie
About being a liar.
And thats how he kept it.
****.
Not a poem but i wanted to share how things are. I need to vent...im sorry. It's bad i know
If everyone  would just
shut up
We wouldn't  have  so many problems
coming forth about my pain
long live my oddest brain
dressing up,
not giving a ****,
we drive deep into the heart of the night,
'cause this day is gonna be tight.
The big 18,
at last.
Dressed up in the finest clothes,
going on a hit in the town.
Going wherever the **** I please.
I don't know who didn't tell ya,
but I'm done giving a ****.
I'm going, music pumpin' through the speakers,
the smoke rollen deep in my lungs.
I can't take the life anymore,
so i leave it behind.
I'm here
I'm out
ready to start again.
Its me and the tux,
a friend or two,
and we ride off in the summer city lights.
So,
sorry, sorry
I've left my place,
I'm never going back,
job in lace.
**** me, or let me live,
I'll have fun either way.
I've waited 18 years for this,
***** I'll do as I please.
Too bad,
I'm only 15.
I can dream.
I can Imagine.
Leaving This Place.
It will be tuxedo friday,
cruising away,
and leaving this past life
*behind
radical, but sensible. No?
two steps forward,
one step back.
But what if,
you cannot step any further.
What if,
the ground had failed you
and you went falling
into the abyss of nothing.
please dont't tell me
i'll never escape.
Because i can take two steps forward,
and never look back
Un
Un
Undesirable
unwanted
unquenchable
undeserved
unsatisfied
Is what i feel like.
But all i wanted to be
Was *inseparable
I have come undone.
My body like bandages,
a mummy roaming the earth.
I thought I was doing good
I'm fine type of thing.
I have not admitted
that I am not okay
Theres so much that I have on my plate right now.
deadlines
love
abiding
accusing
ranting
I have been in the biggest swirl of my life,
like an ice cream machine
but not so sweet
Dad is angry all the time.
Mom is tired all the time.
My sister is ****-talking all the time.
And I?
I am being depressing all the time.
No body told me life was supposed to be easy,
guess I was assuming again
My life is screeching to a halt.
I want to take a time out,
to let myself breathe
but with my life,
breaks don't exist
I want this pain to cease.
I want to seal this dilemma with a crease.
But it ain't that easy
See I walk into school
To come home
and repeat.
I expect something new to happen.
But I don't get the feeling.
****
I feel undone.
I force myself to read my life like it's a book.
But the truth is, I don't see an end anytime soon.
This novel just keeps on going
and going
and going
and going
when will it stop?
I feel undone.
I admit it.
I thought I was strong enough to handle this,
but in the midst of it all,
I now realize
*I have come undone
My wife has a lump in her belly.
A mini human is in there.
His grandma is excited
His grandpa is...well being himself
I have no doubt i want this.
My real dad never got around to see me.
Though theres not much to see,
Id appreciate a little effort.
Im going to be a dad.
A **** good one
I feel my wifes lump.
This guy isnt gonna know abuse.
He is going to live happy.
I swear.
Its cool,
Im going to raise my family right.
They wont be afraid.
We will be happy.
So heres to you, little one
Daddys waiting
*with love
Just imagining the day i will  become a father
Knives hurt  just as much as words do
But  i am expected to ignore it.
As if there wss nothing said.
As if the word "*****" didnt exist.
As if these  bruises and wounds  did not ******  my body
Well,
Turning points are bound to happen
Right?
Isnt what people say true?
Doesn't ill fade eventually?
I hope so.
Hear that?
I have hope now
Because i realize
I let them hurt  me
As long as i internalize their anger.
But hatred is a game
And im gonna win
I will  prevail
I wanted to believe there was someone who could save me
I want to believe that he suffered for me.
I want tk believe that somehow i have a good place to go even when evil has been commited.
I want to believe that someone watches over us all.
But. .i cant.
I cant
I cant.
I wont
Because if so
Why am i still in this hell?
***** bottles all over his room.
She's  gone.
Do to failure  in a nutshell.
His xbox broke
His parents divorced
His job was lost.
He had no where to go.
No place to live
No girl to love.
Took a glock
To the woods
And
Ended it all.


Police  called  her house
Shr heard the news.
Her ex was  dead.
Not even a month had passed
Yet he took  it so hard.
She  bought  his favorite liquor
Drank it  all that night.
She had a job
She had  a new boyfriend
She haf a home
Lots of money
But no one understood
Her guilt
She  put him down
So much
She didnt know she hurt him so much
So
She grabbed a rope
And jumped
With a slight snap
She was gone.
The two were expecting  eachother
Somewhere  in the vast
Idea of
Time.
Love is crazy
I may not have heard you call my name
*but i felt your spirit
You should never have to break character
*if that is who you really are
worry fills my heart,
my soul,
my mind.
She was hit again,
god, what is wrong with her father?
How could someone hit,
such a good person.
How could someone abuse
the human not matched.
She holds the blade.
please, i love you, please
She stares at the screen.
I am scared for you.
Put the blade down, ***.
For me
Just keep holding. on.
That blade has no right to touch you.
I am worried for you,
do not do this
*please
please don't self harm <3
just because I won't
doesn't mean I can't
walkin' through school with one goal in mind
get past everyone
I dont want them to see me.
Make fun,
spam me with ugly emails.
I hate the way I look enough,
my face isn't exactly handsome,
my body is not in shape,
and I do not have a six pack.
Girls look away,
as if they are trying to avoid disease.
My heart breaks further.
I wish
people would love me for me
I feel so ugly,
I just wish someone would tell me I'm not
I still wait...
There isn't a feeling quite like envy.
I envy those guys
stretched all over their bae,
having the time of his life,
while I sit back,
looking to my side
to see no one there
Life *****,
so do people
Will they ever change?
And love me
*for who I am inside?
For everyone who has judged me, looked away from me (mostly girls)
"She's a devil. She's outrageous. Strange. Awkward."
-them
"That's why I love her"
-me
stiff shouldered
walk away
*what'd I do today?
You cannot take me down
The incredible thing is
i have stopped you already
I know you.
Everything.
Who you are
What you hate.
And that will lead to your downfall.
I PROMISE
When...
It first started.
I got to admit.
i was scared
I didnt know what i was doing.
In fact
I didnt know who i was
Who i belonged with.
I was lost
I continued to wander in self realization.
But you came.
I was already crushing ******* you.
I didnt know a thing about you
but
I liked your lips.
I liked your eyes
I liked your voice
I liked your hair
I liked the way you carried yourself.
I liked everything i saw about you.
And then
I found out
You
Liked me too.
*******-****.
****.
Now i was super scared.
Supernova inside my heart.
I didnt want to **** anything up.
But then
you asked me
And here we are.
Today
Tomorrow
forever
...
**who the **** says magic doesnt exist?!?!
Finally,
Under
Countless
Killings

My
Ending
My life is like call of duty zombies:
Im down
Someone revive me
shhhhhh!
she told me.
Through the hall of an open door.
Shh
they'll **** us.
So we hid
in the night sky
forever
You know what i like to do after a good meal?
*read **** good poetry
Yall are such gifted writers
So emotional
My body shakes
Constant tears.
My fingers grip knives.
Its cold.
And this angry feeling is getting so old
I cant take it anymore
My headaches claim my smile
My thoughts have become so vile.
My chest rises up
And back down.
I break concentration
And suddenly
black
*no tomorrow
Peace at last
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