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Apr 2014 · 464
The count down to the end
Classified Apr 2014
10 regrets
9 new cuts
8 hours of fear
7 hours of sleep
6 tears cried
5 feelings I cannot express
4 thoughts I can't share
3 words I struggle to say
2 emotions I can actually feel
1 more breath
0 more f**ks to give

Goodbye
Inspired by I Wish I Could Cry's pieces titled "the countdown to the end"
Apr 2014 · 374
10:29
Classified Apr 2014
I think that I have so much to say
But all my thoughts lead my feelings astray.

I feel so many different things
But I can't quite understand my emotions, like I can't hear when a foreign person sings.

This is just a stupid attempt to have a good piece that rhymes
Oppose to the rambling ranting ******* you read of mine all those other times.
I don't know what to say. I'm too numbed to get to the feelings in my soulless body
Apr 2014 · 284
Untitled
Classified Apr 2014
The sky was not a pitch black
But an inviting charcoal glow
Illuminated by only the full moon and twenty seven stars We sighted.

With the hard ground beneath us
And the cold all around us
After the silent goodnight
All boundaries dissolved into the bitter chill.

I savored the look of his peaceful sleeping face, so close to mine
And the sound of his deep breathing when he drifted off to sleep.
But most of all, I cherished the warmth of him near me
And he did the same
But I will never forget how wonderful it felt to have that slight contact with Him
And the feeling that I make things more pleasant for Him
C.G
Apr 2014 · 296
Why I cut
Classified Apr 2014
I was amazing.
Genuinely happy.
I was confident, comfortable and enjoying myself.
I was incontrol
I was valued
I was needed
And I was with my family.
I felt safe with Him. With Them. And with everyone else.
It was fabulous.
It was cold.
It was tiring.
And it did not consist of much sleep
But I was happy and comfortable and I got to know Them more.
But it was fun and enjoyable.

But now
With Him gone.
Without Them.
It returns to normal.
It returns to that which I hate.
It is the routine that you cannot seem to break out of.
It is that constant drone of information,
Beig criticized,
And noise.
It is bed, eat, school, sport, homework, eat, sleep, repeat. And it is only music that can get me through. As D said.
But without Him or Them ,
Those who I feel are my family
I am alone.
Because my school friends don't feel like friends at all anymore.
And I can no longer find the motivation to breathe.

I don't know why I crash so badly after beig high,
But I can't take the bad with the good when the good is no longer sweet.
So I turn to my blade,
My only friend to keep.
Crashing. Hard.
Apr 2014 · 476
This is my goodbye.
Classified Apr 2014
But because of the kind words you
Said
Wrote
Typed
Whispered
and Sent
To me
It is not a permanent goodbye
Or even the though of one.

Because of what you have
Said
Written
Typed
Whispered
and Sent
To me
It is just a silly goodnight note
From a stupid girl
To an amazing person,
An unimportant rambling
From a insignificant girl
To a monumental person
A pointless letter
From a waste-of-space girl
To a superior person
A unnecessary reminder
From a useless girl
To the most valued person

This is a goodnight
And a have a good weekend
And a enjoy your next few days
From a horrible person
A repulsive person
A unenjoyable person
To a great man
A fantastic man
A most enjoyable person


*Goodbye
I am/was away for the weekend and won't  be communicating/wasn't communicating
But I hope you enjoy/ed the exchange
Apr 2014 · 481
Dependence
Classified Apr 2014
[ dih- pen -d uh ns ]
noun
1. the state of relying on or needing someone or something for aid, support, or the like.
2. reliance; confidence; trust: Her complete reliability earned her our dependence.
an object of reliance or trust.
3. the state of being conditional or contingent on something, as through a natural or logical sequence: the dependence of an effect upon a cause.
4. the state of being psychologically or physiologically dependent on a drug after a prolonged period of use.

I depend too much.
I depended on people a lot, and they left.
I depended on my blades, and they got taken away.
I depended on my feelings, and they faded.

I relied on people.
I used a sharpener as my drug of choice.
I used feelings as my anchor.

And now I have a new person I depend on
A new drug
A new feeling

And the problem is that I believe him when he says he will stay,
I believe him when he tells me I'm beautiful,
I believe him when he says "I love you"

But that is what scares me.
When he leaves, I'll crumble.
I'll remember I'll never be anything close to beautiful.
I'll know I'll never be loved and I will struggle even more to love again
Because he has enough of me to break my heart and tear me apart.

I depend on him too much.
"Never depend on anything in this world, because even your shadow leaves you when you're in darkness"
Apr 2014 · 536
Dear Me.
Classified Apr 2014
As ugly as you think you are.
You are wrong.
You're hideous
Atrocious looking
Horrifying
Scarily unattractive
Disgusting

As mean and awful as you think you are.
You are wrong.
You're disgraceful to the human race
A terrible person
A horrendous representation
A stupid waste of air an space

As messed up a you think you are
You are wrong.
You are so far gone that not even a saint could save you
So ******* up in your mind that you'd give a serial ****** killer nightmares
So doomed that your holiday spot is hell.


Worst of wishes and muh hate
Me.
K.A, E.N, M.V/A, T.E and a few others have treated you far too kindly.
I deserve nothing more than to die the most drawn out and painful death that can be thought up.
Classified Apr 2014
so I can't get what I want.*
And what I want is to be enough.

To be good enough to my parents to not make them comment about suicide.

To be good enough to my friends to actually develope a close bond with them.

To be good enough as a person to help others and make them happy.

To be good enough academically to have a good future.

To be enough as a person to not have to always prove myself
To not always have to fight
To not have people take advantage of me
To not have people treat me like crap
To not have people talk about me behind my back
To not have people mock me and make fun of me
To not have people reject me based on my gender
To not have people judge me base on my image
To not have to fight back
To not have to defend myself all the time.

I just want to be good enough.

but the world is not a wish granting factory
So I can't get what I want.
Brilliant first day back at school.
Apr 2014 · 320
Dear One
Classified Apr 2014
That is what you call me.
I'm your "dear one".
At first that made me cry
Knowing that I forced you to care
Manipulated you into thinking I am anything worth anything or anyone caring about.

Then I got to know you.
Realize how you saw me.
I bonded with you more and cared for you in return.

Now I almost smile at the mention of me being your "dear one".
Because I am now honored that someone so amazing as you can care for me
And at times, I even think that I'm worth caring about.


So this is for my dear one, becuse I care about you too.
And you are so much more than what you label and limit yourself as.
And even if the breath has left my soulless body, I will always be here for you.
Written especially for you, TDA.
Stay strong, always. I believe in you and care for you.  And you may call yourself things, but you are not what you label yourself as or what you think are your weaknesses.

Lock and key
From Your Orange Princess
And no, I won't toughen up.
Classified Apr 2014
so I can't get what I want

And what I want is to be pretty.
I know it's shallow and superficial
But I don't want to be a model
Or on the cover of magazines
Or really popular because of it.
I want to be ordinary but breathtaking.
I remember once that I saw a woman at the theatre , and I looked at her and was speechless. She was not extravagantly dressed or over loaded in make up and neither did she have incredibly skimpy clothes on
But I was literally breathless at her beauty. And I've never forgotten her.
Or that glimpse of her.

That is what I want.
I want to be a normal person who has an impact on others because of my pure beauty.

but the world is not a wish granting factory
so I can't get what I want
The italics is a true story.
And because I can't get what I want
I'm stuck  being
Repulsive
Horrifying
Disgusting
Ugly
Unattractive
Hideous
Classified Apr 2014
So I can't get what I want.

11:11
is pointless
Because
Wishes don't come true.

Shooting stars
are stupid to wish upon
Because
They're already dead.


i wish...
That I could hug someone right now
Fall asleep in someone's arms
Feel safe
Be close to someone
Know what to say to Him
Have someone care enough to kiss my lips
Have someone to caress my heart
And feel my love


i wish...
That I had a shoulder to cry on
Someone to wipe away my tears
Hold me when I need it
Place my had in theirs
Tell me I'm beautiful
       and mean it
See my scars
       and love me more.

i wish...
That I had the strength to **** myself
To drink the bleach
Hang the noose
Load the gun
Get onto the roof
      and jump
Step in front of the car
Leap off the bridge
Bleed myself dry

But the world is not a wish granting factory
So I can't get what I want.
John Green quote used again.
Apr 2014 · 1.9k
Street Lamp
Classified Apr 2014
The lonely lamp
Abandoned in the street
With its dim light.

At a glance, you'd think it's just
A street lamp
But everyone and everything has a story.

If you look closer, you'll see the scratches and dents,
The marks people left behind

It's alone and solitary
Abandoned
Deserted.  

It's light will fade, and during the day it becomes pointless
But at night
It can light the way for some lonely souls
But for some damaged people
That lonely
Solitary
Abandoned
Street lamp
Can be a reminder that there is light at the end of the tunnel.
I Wish I Could Cry asked me to write about a Street Lamp. So here it is.
Apr 2014 · 749
The Memory-Mayday Parade
Classified Apr 2014
"Walk away
Barely breathing
As I'm lying on the floor
Take my heart
As you're leaving
I don't need it anymore"

Turn your back on me
And walk away
So you don't have to see
My pain.

Leave me broken and bruised
Scared, scarred and abused.
Turn your back on me so you don't have to feel guilty about leaving my soul marred.

Take my heart
as you're leaving
I don't need it anymore*

Take my heart with you
Because it is yours
It is yours because then, it was only beating for you.
It is yours .
I can't live without you
But I'm already dead inside.
Take your heart
And leave me heartless
Because no one has ever loved me enough
Take your heart of mine
Break it up
Crumble it
Trample it
Crush it
Destroy it
And use the tiny pieces of it to make your heart whole
Because it is your heart
And yours alone
I will never take the pieces back
Because I lost my heart to you from the moment we met
You had me at hello.

So take your heart of mine
Turn your back on me
And walk away.
But before you go
Kiss my lips and steal my breath
So I may die a peaceful death.
Inspired by a Mayday Parade song "The Memory" and I quoted a part of it to open the poem.
And there are a couple of song references in there I think, so yeah. Piece of crap, but I like the last verse.
Apr 2014 · 232
Untitled
Classified Apr 2014
I wish she knew

I wish I knew what I was thinking.
I wish he knew

She is beautiful

His words are beautiful

Good God she is beautiful.
Rapture

I hate myself for what I have done to him.

I need to get drunk*

I need to bleed myself dry of my thoughts of him

I'll collect my tears

I'll throw away my blood

In a jar the size of my love for myself

I'll chose a blade as sharp as my feelings for him

I'm actually going to try for once

I should have let him go

I'll get roses and a bowl of ice

I'll get my rope, get my knife. I'll get that which I've collected to end my life.

To catch the blood drop for everytime she says no

I should just leave, just go. It's not like he will ever know.

Then I'll take that bowl, put it in front of her, break it and say " well now that we have broken the ice....."

I know I will miss the lips I never got to kiss, but I must go.

Then I'll just break myself , what I am, thinking she would never love me

I will never be good enough for him, I am only robbing him of his happiness and making his life grim.

That's is, I'm calling her now (calls her)

I should say goodbye , but I'll never be able to face the pain. I'll just **** myself now so he can start to benefit and gain (cuts her wrists)

(Your phone rings) don't back out now

(Answers and says "goodbye ")

*I knew it (walks to his drawer, finds his gun and screams "die" and is gone)
Italic parts written by I Wish I Could Cry
Apr 2014 · 268
An idea called Love
Classified Apr 2014
All people express it differently yet all people need a specific way to accept it and its like a lock and key but you can't use your own key.

People express love differently to the way that they want to receive it and that's kind of where love gets lost in translation
Two different analogies on love. First part written by I Wish I Could Cry
Apr 2014 · 211
I can't.
Classified Apr 2014
I want to write.
I want to talk.
I want to cry
I want to run away.
I want to die.

But I can't.

I don't know what to put on paper.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know how to cry.
I don't know how to move.
I don't know ******* myself.

So I can't.
But I want to.
And it's the thought that counts.
Mar 2014 · 2.4k
A different type of poison.
Classified Mar 2014
As the poison ran through her veins
She started to lose control
Couldn't breathe
Couldn't talk
Couldn't move
Couldn't think about anything else.
The worst part is that she poisoned herself.

But she won't die, nor will she be okay.
Because this poison is a different kind.

The poison is hopelessness
Being let down
Negative thinking
This poison is her own creation
Specific to her
And the people she cares about can poison her just as easily as they can breathe.


Now she's sitting
Motionless
Speechless
Thoughtless
Breathless
Because the poison has circulated
And it's reached her heart.

But she won't die, nor will she be okay
Because this poison is a different kind.

She physically feels sick
She wants to die
To **** herself
To cut
Drink
Drown
Hang
Shoot
Break
And cry
But she can't.

Because this poison has paralysed her.

This poinsion has taken away
her will to breathe, not her breath itself.
Her will to move, not her mobility itself.
Her will to talk, not her speech itself.
But it has replaced every thought with that of a blade
Or a rope
Or a gun
Or a bottle
Or a pill
Or a lake
Or a building


This poison has polluted we mind and mingled with her blood. The will to **** is a part of her now and there is nothing she can do to escape that.

Despite wanting to sleep for eternity six foot under
This poison cannot **** her
Only she can
And she is close
And willing
And weak enough to attempt.

She cannot think of anything else
And it's all her fault

She created this
She started it all.
If she had succeeded last year, she wouldn't be around to have created this poison.

So until she has hit rock bottom and has a chance at succeeding
She will try to drown her demons
Suffocate her demons
Bleed herself dry of the poison
Consume enough alcohol to alter the poison

But she won't die, nor will she be okay
Because this is a different kind of poison
And she is already dead inside.
This just happened. Sorry it's a crap piece.

P.S. feelings ****.
Classified Mar 2014
Just because I'm better
Doesn't mean I'm good.

Just because I'm alive
Doesn't mean I'm living.

Just because I'm smiling
Doesn't mean I'm happy.

Just because I'm complying
Doesn't mean I'm not rebellious.

Just because I'm not crying
Doesn't mean I'm not sad.

Just because I'm talking
Doesn't mean I'm friendly.

Just because I'm not alone
Doesn't mean I want your company.

Just because I'm quiet
Doesn't mean I'm not thinking.

Just because I don't disagree
Doesn't mean you're right.

Just because I've cured the symptoms
Doesn't mean I've cured the disease.

Just because I don't cut
Doesn't mean I don't want to.

Just because I haven't killed myself
Doesn't mean I want to live.

Just because I've cured the symptoms
Doesn't mean I've cured the disease.


Just because I'm writing
Doesn't mean I'm okay.


This is not a poem, This is how I get my brain to shut up.

Just because I haven't cut
Or burned
Or bruised
Or broken
Or sliced
Or injured
Or torn apart
any part of me
for months
Does not mean the thoughts
Ideas
And wishes
Have been dispelled from my mind.
I still dream of suicide
Crave to cut
Wish to burn myself
And pray to hurt.
Because I haven't followed through on my thoughts
Yet
Does not mean that I don't lay in bed
Unable to sleep
And unable to escape the thought
And desire
To carve the names of those who have impacted my life
Played a big part in my story
And carve your names into my lower left thigh
Using my favorite and most used blade.
Because I haven't followed through on my thoughts
Yet
Does not mean I have not formulated many plans to **** myself
Hang myself while my family is out
'Accidentally' stumble in front of a car while out for a run
Slice my wrists
Jump off a building
Or my more creative ideas
Just because I have not acted on my thoughts
Yet
Does not mean I have not come up with uncountable amounts of ways to hurt myself
And ways to cover it up.
Methods and excuses.
To grate my knuckles and blame it on art or boxing.
To slice and cross my knees-I fell.
Or the classic "the cat did it"
Or my most used "I scraped it against a wall"

Just because I have cured the symptoms
Does not mean I have cured the disease



Just because I don't talk about my feelings
Doesn't mean they aren't there.

Just because I don't tell you about it
Doesn't mean it didn't happen.

Just because I keep quiet
Doesn't mean I have nothing to say.

Just because I say "it's chilled"
Doesn't mean I'm okay with it.

Just because I cover it up
Doesn't mean it's not there.

Just because I conceal it
Doesn't mean I don't feel it.

Just because I write
Doesn't mean I will talk.

Just because I share
Doesn't mean I'll show you.

Just because I talk
Doesn't mean I'll say something worthwhile.

Just because I think
Doesn't mean I'll do.

Just because I pretend
Doesn't mean it's true.

Just because I breathe
Doesn't mean I want to.

Just because I care about you
Doesn't mean you'll return the feelings.  

Just because I notice things about you
Doesn't mean you will do the same to me.

*JUST BECAUSE I HAVE CURED THE SYMPTOMS
DOESN'T MEAN I'VE CURED THE DISEASE.
It's 11:27. This isn't a poem, it's how I get my brain to shut up.
This wasn't intended to be any good or anything, I know it's crap, I know it's dark and I know it's mildly graphic. But hopefully writing will help somewhat.
So now I will try sleep
And I will probably dream of Him again
Or have nightmares again
Or both
Then I will have an awfully lonely day
Clear out my room while home alone
And feel terribly abandoned by my friends and the people I care(d) about that I thought felt the same.
And I will feel like crap.
And I should probably sleep now. Or try at least.

Sorry about all this, it's terribly stupid and no one who reads this (if anyone does) will care about what I'm saying because
I Don't Matter.
Mar 2014 · 360
Untitled
Classified Mar 2014
You get me high as a kite
Make me wanna dance all night
And that's only when I hear from you.

You bring me down like a bomb
When we can't talk and you're gone
And that's only when I don't hear from you for a week.

You make me think
You make me feel
And I realize this may be real

You make me think
You make me feel
How on earth can this be real

You build me up
You bring me down
But I know it's all in my head
When I'm thinking alone in my bed

I know it's true that you care for me
You've opened up my heart like you had a key.
(I know it's true you care for me)

You made me think
You made me feel
How will I know if this is real?

You make me think
You make me feel
And when I see your eyes I know this is real.
I think this is a biggest load of ******* I have ever written. What the hell...
Mar 2014 · 209
Untitled
Classified Mar 2014
Everyone
Has that one habit
Or method
To cope
And deal with the
Pains
And horrors of life.

Some try drown their demons in alcohol
Others try to bleed them dry with a blade
A few turn to flight from a drug  to flee their inner monsters
And some even run and hide.

I have gone through stages.  
First thoughts
Then actions.
I started with the idea.
And I grew weaker.
Eventually, I didn't think
I just cut.
If I felt
I cut.
To numb the pain of feeling
And to turn my emotional trauma into physical pain.
If I didn't feel
I cut.
To take away that numbness
And to make me feel, so I knew I was alive.

Now that my best friend- my chosen blade- has abandoned me
Just like everyone else
Because everyone leaves
I run
And I swim
And I hide away in my own body armor- my shell.
To get away from this hell
And I dedicate my time to try help others
But I've been getting weaker
And weaker
My mind has become bleaker
And I am tempted.

I am not fine
And that makes it harder for me to help others.
I cannot help others as effectively when there is no one to help me.
But I don't need help.
I will dedicate my last breath to making You happy. I swear on my pathetic life
I  will  **be what you deserve.
I don't know. Stupidness.  It's morning, I'm over thinking, didn't sleep well, so, vent or something? I'm not sure.  
I just haven't written about SH for a while...
Mar 2014 · 420
Prophet of sin
Classified Mar 2014
Once upon a time
Twice upon a memory
Thrice upon a wish

I wanted a destiny that was intwines with yours
But alas, I hardly know you.

You enchanted me
Bewitched my mind
And spelled my affections

There is one word I shan't ever utter
But if you're my knight in shining armor
And I am more than just a step for you to climb
Then maybe I will change fate to spend the rest of my life with you.

I will creat my own destiny.
But I am doomed to failure

I may try my best
And find motivation
But my will power and hope are inconsequential compared to my omnipotent and everlasting sin.
Random ******* that I wrote because feeling upset. Title inspired by someone else's poem and bmth reference. Sorry for the production of ******* thoughts
Classified Mar 2014
Everyone has a book. It's their life, figuratively. Etched onto the pages of a book. But you write it as you go. In the choices you make. The things you do, say. Who you love, who loves you.
And yes, others will feature in your book. Some will put the pen back in your hand when you feel you can no longer write.

Some will be able to read your story by the look on your face, what you show by the way you act, what you say.
Others won't.
Or maybe that's you.
Maybe some of us write in invisible ink or in a language others can't understand.

You can't just erase some of the words or tear out the pages you no longer like.

Don't let someone else take over your job as Author. Don't let anyone take the pen away for you. And don't let others try control your narrative by deciding who or what can feature in your masterpiece.


In life, you'll find an actual book, or someone's story that you will fall in love with. A book that will become your bible. But make sure it's a hard copy, a hard cover, not the pages of someone's life, kissed with their story.

I know you fell in love with my story, or lack thereof. The way you couldn't decipher it, or even see the words at first.
You like the mystery, the suspense. The way you never knew what was coming next.
You fell in love with the subject matter
Genre
Writing style.
But not the author.
Never me.

I just wonder if this is the end of a chapter, or of my entire book. Because yes, you are a part of my story.
Sorry, weird analogies and comparisons. But whatever, I'm no poet-Just a 'beautiful', fu*cked up, insecure, neurotic, emotional, insecure mess- sorry to disappoint.
Mar 2014 · 289
I chose you.
Classified Mar 2014
Three words that broke my heart.
I chose you

You made me the happiest I had been that day.
But those three words tore me down, lower than I have been in a long while.

It was never your intention and I hope I made you happy.

I will try better next time. And in the future. I swear on my worthless life.

You deserve so. much. better...
I chose you

Three. little. sweet. words.
From. such. a. sweet. man.


There are words that will forever go unspoken from my lips, unless they are to meet with yours.

And I know in my cold, filthy heart that you deserve far much more than whatever I can even attempt to offer you.
However.
I will try my hardest to be everything You deserve.
I will try my best to be
pretty
And kind.
happy and
open.
I will try to make you happy, and to be your savior. You are not broken, but I wish to help you build yourself higher, and make you see yourself as highly as I see you.

But for your sake, I do hope you are not my knight in shining armour.
For your sake.

For your sake, I wish you never chose me.
"Monday... Feeling knightly"
Classified Mar 2014
" Sometime " isn't Sometimes. It's not occasionally. It is the future.

Just because Sometime is a variable you haven't figured out yet, does not mean there isn't an answer.

It's like solving for x , like mathematics- something You're good at- just because you don't know the answer when reading the question , but there is always an answer, a solution.

There may be a solution, an answer , to this equation that I am now a part of. But I hope that, despite what I lack in the department of math, I thoroughly hope you see me as your equal, and that I will not become just an ex.

You said you hadn't figured it out yet, but you're smart and I trust you.


"Yes" is just a word, an answer.
Not a promise, an agreement.

" Sometime ", however is a promise.  
A promise for the future. And I will hold you to it.
A crowded mind and heavy heart makes for a cluttered page and anchored thoughts.
Mar 2014 · 292
Untitled
Classified Mar 2014
I haven't written in a while
Because I've been kidding myself that I'm okay.
But the truth is
I only feel when I am about to decay.

I write becuse it makes sense
When my thoughts do not.
But when I cover it up
I do too well.
I actually believe it.
But then I'm worse when I break, because I actually believed I had fixed a part of myself.

My biggest problem though, is fixing a part of me with you. Because then I break so much more when something goes wrong.

And I break
Crumble
Shatter.

And it's worse because its not just You. It's Him. And Them.
And nothing is going right right now
So I write.
Because I can't cry.
Because I refuse to be that weak.
I refuse to be who I was. Yet I won't let her go.

But right now
I'm broken
And bruised
And scarred
In pieces
Alone.
Rambling of a pretty messed up freak.
Classified Mar 2014
We want to be noticed.
We want to be more than just a name  Or a face.
Or a label  Or a race.
We do t want to be just a stereotype,
A generalization.
We want to be known as more than African, Greek or Taiwanese.

We want to be noticed.

I am neither proud nor ashamed to be an African.
I am me.
I am some of the best and worst parts if an African. Of a person.
Of a daughter, sister, friend.
But I am me.

We all want to die a heroes death,
To be remembered,
Go down fighting, like so many of the people that shaped our country to make it what it is today.
But do you think they all put themselves in harms way to be famous after they died?
Do you believe Nelson Mandela fought for freedom so he could get a stature of himself?
Or places named after him?
Or to get his face on our money?

I am neither proud nor ashamed to be an African.
But I am content to live a life that will not make it into the newspaper , or history books.

I am content to live and die as a person I want to be.

I am neither proud nor ashamed to be an African. But I am honored to feature in others lives.
I want to be noticed for being a person I am proud of, not ashamed of.
And not only and African, but an **individual
Speech I wrote for English. Topic: I am ashamed to be an African or I am proud to be an African.

The quote used in the title is credited to John Green. Taken from " The Fault In Our Stars".
I take no credit for the quote, nor the book.

Thank you for reading.
Classified Mar 2014
I am a terrible person.
Thinking of your lips and craving for your body
Wanting to be close to you, more than any other.
Speaking everyday
You seem to try to make me trip up and fall for you


The truth is that, in person
Reality
You differ from who I long for.
It is hard to describe,
Explain
And even harder to comprehend.
But so comfortable over the phone, you joke, I laugh
But when we are together, all those messages get erased.
You do not wish to be there,
You are not phased
By my presence, as I am yours.

"I would have been very surprised, kissed back..."
Impossible. He removes himself from your affection.
You should have...
No, you would have made it worse
He says you're pretty, interesting and cool
No, he is playing you for the fool

Do not fall in love with that which your brain perceives to you as true
Because
I am a terrible person
And will only
Ever
Cause harm
To any and all.

I am the option No One should have chosen or ever choose. I am too messed up and broken for anyone to love, or anyone to fix

Stop your childish games. No one could ever love you, let alone Him. Just try your best to not hurt him and do anything to make Him happy.*
I promise, on my life.
Friday night out made me think a lot.
Pity that even the setting of one day and the dawn of the other cannot hold my thoughts at bay.
I just want them to go away.
But
Nothing gold can stay.
Mar 2014 · 467
Untitled
Classified Mar 2014
I have a hamartia. A fatal flaw.
For some its smoking, others pride, arrogance, ignorance, but mine is fear.
Some question how I am so fearless.
Others tell me to drop the act.
But my answer to both of those comments , is you're wrong. I'm not fearless or acting. I am fear itself.
It has not consumed me, but created me.
I live on is, strive on it and will die because of it.
So yes, I have a hamartia. A fatal flaw. It is fear. And it will be the death of me.
Feb 2014 · 355
I Wish I Could Cry
Classified Feb 2014
When the tears flow, there's no stopping them. The come cascading down, along with those chains you use to control your heart.
The tears you refused to cry so many times, because you wanted to be strong ,you wanted to be in control.
But did you know that in holding in those tears, pushing away those feelings only make them worse when they return?
Yes ,you did. So when you can't hide it on your own anymore, you turn to the bottle ,or anything that can numb your emotions.
And in that moment, that first gulp, or cut, or meal skipped, that is when the invisible tears start, and that is when **I Wish I Could Cry.
Written for HP user I Wish I Could Cry
Feb 2014 · 293
Untitled
Classified Feb 2014
The only reason you care so much is because it happened to Him
If it happened to me, I swer, you wouldn't be half as grim.

I've apologised, I've cried
And I honestly wish I had died.

I know what I did and said was wrong
But I've apologised so much it's as if I'm a mainstream repetitive song.

However , you calling me pathetic does nothing to help your side
And im struggling to just take this in my stride.

I understand that what I did was unnecessary and mean
But that was never my intention and you might understand if you didn't have to act like a queen

Yes! I know I behaved like an awful **
But I see in me making a mistake, you finally took your pick  

You eventually chose him over me,
And now I'm left to watch and see.

I would undo it if I could, in a heartbeat,
But it was stupid of me to think you'd stay and not make me feel like *******, although that's no feat.

Forgive my stupidity and irrationality
I hope you'll be able to live from now on peacefully.
I'm a stupid f*****g d**k and I'm so so so sorry...
And yes, I do know that I'm pathetic
Classified Feb 2014
Watching the world rush by
As she drives by
Just to go get high
By herself.
She's alone
With no home
She needs a distraction,
So he seeks to get high as the queen on the throne.

She loses focus
Looking at something beautiful
Caught in the shadows
Hidden in a tree
That thing in there reminds me of me.
But without that focus,
That loss of attention,
That longing for affection
Seeking perfection
She pays the price.
She can't look twice.
She lost focus
Lack of attention results in no hope for affection, impossible for perfection because now she is doomed in dejection, dead.
You're a fool to believe in correction.
"She was so young" you'd say,
But breathing, your attention you did not pay, but now,
She got her distraction, her high
She believed she could fly.
Never did you believe that that last hit would ever be her *goodbye.
Feb 2014 · 869
Don't Come Knocking
Classified Feb 2014
Hanging from the rafters,
Bleeding on the floor,
Whatever you must do, don't come knocking on my door.

Hanging from the rafters,
Bleeding on the floor,
The scene you'd see in front of you holds a lot of blood and gore.

Hanging from the rafters,
Bleeding on the floor,
The sight of me would make you wish you could change it before.

Hanging from the rafters.
Bleeding on the floor.
Whatever you must do,
Don't come knocking on my door.
Don't come knocking on my door. Don't come knocking on my door.  
Don't come knocking on my door.
Don't come knocking...

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