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she’s still an angel
even if her heart is shattered into pieces on the ground
and the tears pouring down her face and sobs escaping her lips make her face all red and puffy
she is still an angel

when she cries, she cries but the tears that flow look like a beautiful waterfall
when she’s blue,her eyes fill with hopelessness but in those hazel eyes there is still a sparkle that no one can ever deny
when she smiles, oh when she smiles she lights up the world, not even the sun can shine so bright
she is forever golden; even when her heart is pumping out blood tinted black and blue from all the emotional abuse
she is still golden, and she will always be an angel.
this one's for you skyler
it hurts the most
knowing he might still care
but not enough
to fight for what's there

s.s
all her friends
spoke of break ups
where they now hate
their ex lovers
but she couldn't hate him
he never did anything wrong
he was good to her
he wasn't at fault
she couldn't even be mad at him
just wished him the best
it's what he deserves

s.s
i am feeling good
i am not crying
it could be what's in my veins
or i could just be lying

all i know is i feel weightless
numb and entranced
whatever i am taking
makes me forget this broken romance

s.s
i keep trying to write about how i dont feel right without you, but now im crying in class and none of the words seem to get the point across that you were the best thing to ever happen to me and i miss you more than i ever thought i would and all these words are as ****** as i feel

s.s
the top of my cradium expands
as my brain becomes hollow,
releasing bad memories and thoughts
from every corner and wall.

i could see so many hands
dragging me and begging me to follow,
wrapping me up into knots
that have kept me from trying at all.

this anxiety,
this feeling,
this pressure in my mind
that has been stuck with me
for all my life,
i want it to end.

but i don't know when it will.
what it feels like when i get anxiety.
when i heard the words,

"timmy is an average kid
that no one understands,"

i really felt that.
thought it was funny so i decided to write it out of instinct lol
my afflictions are like black satin
wrapped and *******
all over my body
to where i'm unable to move.

it's uncomfortable, yes,
yet makes me feel somewhat
luxurious.
SHE
She's lonely, but she seems happy
She's tired, but she moves forward
She's down, but she doesn't drown
She's hopeless, but she's not careless

They say she's pretty,
but she feels ugly
They say she's smart,
but she feels dumb
They say she's talented,
but she feels incompetent
They say she's strong,
but she feels weak

She has no one, but she ain't gone
And that she,


**Is me.
how can you call yourself a king
when you're not even living in a monarchy?

how can you call yourself a king
when you treat everyone like they're peasants?

how can you call yourself a king
when your heart is made out of fool's gold?

and how can you call yourself a king
when you don't even know what it takes
to be one?
a.k.a. fuckboys that think they're the **** and call themselves kings because of their overly sensitive lookin *****.
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