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 Sep 2013 hannah way
Wolfey
Late night tears are hidden.
In a solid yet soft white blank pillow.
Words whispered in gratitude and longing..
Where has time gone?
I miss the way your lips search for mine,
during endless mazes.
Your voice has entwined itself into my blood stream;
bringing me back to life.
I can't help but wonder.
Have you ever shed tears for me?
Does your heart ever urn for my touch?
Does your mind ever miss my harmonic voice,
the sleepless nights my face is plastered in front of your eyes.
These late night tears are falling silently,
against your bare,
warm chest.
 Sep 2013 hannah way
Ben
self realization struck painful and fair
i was wasting my life going nowhere
and with the fresh pain clarity came
to better myself i'll never be the same
too busy to write more, there's a college to reapply too!
 Sep 2013 hannah way
Ben
i sit here and overdose in my imagination for the fifth time today
too poor to **** myself with a pharmaceutical fantasy no pain just sleep
it's a matter of time before i'm found swinging in my basement necrotic windchime
i'm not so much a poet as a sad kid rambling who can only write inebriated
this one time life thing is getting me sick and i just don't..
**** me i thought i was stronger than this yet years with a **** job
no girl and 5 weeks a night of left hand ******* while i choke down
another bottle bottle bottled my emotions in a seven dollar anesthetic
i've been romanticizing a wished for **** addiction at least that would be an
excuse for why i'm a wasted wasting waste of life doomed to insecurity
i can't even remember half the words i learned in school
you're probably sick of my self loathing and every poem i write is
just another narcissistic cry for help because i'm to proud to ball up and cry
don't even bother this time i don't want your reason for why i can't top myself
kick my bucket, burn my farm, pluck out my eyes and puke till i die
i'm ******* done i'm just too tired to try
to all those girls i never kissed - i love you
to all those ******* i never hit - i love you
to that boy that i might have found myself with - i love you
to my best best best friends the few that i have - i love you
i was never comfortable in my skin
maybe i'll  be comfortable in my grave
just a thought
i'm past caring what people know
i can't seem to feel anymore
 Sep 2013 hannah way
Jago Lantz
When I look into that cold, glass surface
I see the face of a clown, fresh from the circus
With eyes too small and a nose too big
I stifle a sob and tug at my wig

Why did I have to turn out this way
An ugly creature without a word to say
To those who have been granted perfection
Why must I have to face this reflection

The disgust that I feel grips me tightly
And I know that I shouldn't take it lightly
But it burns my heart and crushes my soul
To know that I will never get to see my goal

So I shall lock myself away from those expectant eyes
And hide beneath an impenetrable disguise
For I do not wish to ever catch a glimpse of that face
I'll hide the key and leave not a single trace

No one will remember this person that hated
Everyone and everything that made life so complicated
With their laughs and their beauty they flaunted about
Making me realize what I was left without

I'm not a favorable being in the eyes of God
From the day I was born I was destined to be flawed
Sometimes, though, I get that strange desire
To lift my head up and see him that I admire

It's painful, I'd be a coward to lie
And I'm sorry to say I'm not willing to try
To be a more cheery, a prettier person
Because I fear that my appearance will only worsen

But the time will come when I must reveal
This inner me that refuses to feel
Because I placed that key on a crumbling shelf
While wishing to be anything but myself
 Sep 2013 hannah way
Elli
Hypocrite
 Sep 2013 hannah way
Elli
You tell them "you're worthy to live"
But you spend the rest of the day
Counting your breaths thinking
You don't deserve it
And waiting for your last breath

You say "everyone's beautiful"
Yet you look at the mirror
And call yourself a monster

You tell those who are heartbroken
"You deserve better"
Yet you waste your time
Loving someone who doesn't even appreciate you

You tell them "Always love yourself"
But you picked all your flaws like dead flowers
And you despised each and everything about you

Why is it easy for you to say such good things and mean it,
But you can never see the beauty inside of you?
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