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Eccedentesiast Aug 2015
What is better?
An oops?
Or a what if?
I think an oops is better.
  Aug 2015 Eccedentesiast
Kakiara
She
she did not want anyone
to understand her

she did not want the world
to understand her

she did not want the sky nor the ground
to understand her

she just wanted
   to understand
               herself.
  Aug 2015 Eccedentesiast
Adam Mott
Have you ever cried because you felt so alone?
Have you ever been left outside in the cold?
Have you ever lived in a home that did not feel like your own?
Have you ever wiped the shadows from your heart, only to find bone?
Have you ever seen these eyes?
Have you ever been hurt by lies?
Have you ever left this life?
Have you ever had to say goodbye?
Have you ever had your heart ripped out and put on display?
Have you ever wished you could remember how to pray?
Have you ever wished you could just die?
Have you ever closed your eyes with the intent to never open them again?
Yes. I have
  Aug 2015 Eccedentesiast
Raquel Butler
You found me a shell of a girl,
all smiles and laughter.

You found me a gloomy girl,
who mastered her guise.

You found me an ambitious girl,
struggling to lift herself up.

You found me a fearful girl,
who trusted your intentions.

You found me a guarded girl,
who was letting down her walls.

You found me a happy girl,
who was finally feeling wanted.

You found me a mysterious girl,
retracted because your apparent disinterest.

You found me a tragic girl,
saddened by your withdrawal.

You lost me a fantasy girl,
hurt by your abandonment.

You almost had the girl,
you had her so close it hurt,
then you left her in pieces.

How poetic that the way you found her,
was the way you'd leave her.
to many people leave just when they are about to help you.
I guess you really only can rely on yourself.
Eccedentesiast Aug 2015
Waking up at 3 am
Wondering why you woke up so soon
Was it a bad dream again?

Daydreaming at 3pm
What's on your mind?
Hopes that will always remain as hopes?

Staying up until 1 am
Wishing that he would be thinking of you
But has he ever thought of you as much as you thought of him?
Eccedentesiast Aug 2015
"How many times have you done it?"
"A lot," she said as she touched the remnants of the slit
"But why would you do that?"*
"Because of people like you," she mentally spat.

But one day, she stopped.
She stopped cutting.
That's when my heart dropped.
She stopped cutting and living.
Dedicated to Hannah.
Rest In Peace
1997-2015
Eccedentesiast Aug 2015
I said I didn't care
I said I'm happy
I said I'm fine
I said I could live without you
I said I didn't love you

...But I lied
heartaches be like
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