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 Apr 2014
cigarette daydreams
I don’t want to be loved,
I want to be thought about.

I don’t want someone to think I’m perfect,
I want someone to have an urge to discover every inch of my soul.

I want to be enigmatic,
not ideal.

I want someone to ask me witty questions,
not give me compliments.

All of you are looking for devotion,
while I'm searching for a fire to play with.
 Apr 2014
bekka walker
I'm stupidly sad over a boy that's not mine.
I'm stupidly sad thinking of them waiting in line.
For a concert we never got to see,
An embodiment of you and me.
I know you held her hand,
and sang her those lyrics that now I can't stand.
Battling spite.
Those things we shared late late at night.
I'm stupidly sad over a boy that's not mine.
When will this heal?
Where's my bandaid of time?
a poem to be birthed. but possibly too late.  think on this some more. this isn't the poem it's supposed to be.
 Apr 2014
Josh Murphy
If life is a game,
Then I'm probably losing.
Beaten at every corner,
And I'm finally bruising.

But isn't it great,
To just play it with your friends?
'Cause remember if you end your game,
Then your friends game ends.
Suicide affects so many lives. For all of the people out there tempted, please keep this in mind. Don't be that person that ruins the game for others, because the game can be so much fun if you play it right and with the right people.

— The End —