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I bet she's tall and pretty
I bet she doesn't even need makeup to be stunning
I bet she stays up late with you and sends you late night texts
I bet you two get drunk and high together
I bet she has no qualms about sending you **** pictures of herself
I bet she is in the "popular" crowd
I bet she doesn't complicate everything
I bet she has never cut herself or tried to **** herself or starved herself
and I have done all three
I bet she is everything you ever wanted
I bet she is someone you would miss like crazy if she left you
I bet you barely remember my name
I am the one who sits at home and reads with a cup of tea and a hoodie on
She is the one who goes out and parties, gets drunk and high and strips
I wish you would miss me
Just a little bit
I can't help it if I am not enough for you. Or for anyone. Or myself. I hope she is enough.
The difference between you and I is
You don't believe in remorse or regrets
and








I do.
except we both made the same mistake: him.
I would make SUCH a good criminal. It is a shame I have parents and integrity. Well, some integrity lol. :P
seriously, I am a GOOD liar (which is bad, I know) and I am SO good at plotting some things...
Okay, maybe this is a bad idea. My idea of "healthy" is really used interchangeably with "less".
My control is questionable when I'm in a Broken Mood so I don't want to risk it, it is better not to do anything stupid because I am so sick of living like that.
I'm just going to do a FEW things, but not full on. Even with a time limit, the lengths I'm willing to go to when I'm not in my right mind scare even me, so I'm going to be very, very careful.
you guys have no idea what I'm talking about... well, I'm just doing something that is the only way for me to be happy, but not full out, or else I might lose control.
Purposeful relapse, but with a time limit.
So it doesn't go too far.
You figure it out. I will be okay if I do this. Two weeks. That's it.
I want to get so drunk, when someone asks me how drunk I am, I answer "yes".

Partly for fun, and partly to learn what it's like not be me for a minute.
I just need to figure out how not to get caught, that's all. This is partially depressing but it's mostly just out of curiosity and the desire to get drunk for the fun of it.

How do you cover up evidence that you drank? Like the scent of alcohol and stuff. Anyone have some tips?
Like, if I had whiskey how much relative to your body weight do you need to drink to be drunk? And how long until you get sober again?
Soft breath
Once on my face
Gone
Only a whisper
Of longing
Lingers
Reminding me
You were here
I close my eyes
And I feel your presence
Close to me
Though you are far away
I wish it hadn't happened
But I couldn't prevent it
I am so sorry my love
That I lost you
This poem is about my ex-girlfriend who left me after the whole bashing my head into the keyboard incident. Another sloth wanted her and she went with him, which resulted in her getting pushed from a tree and falling to her death. This poem is serious for all those haters that didn't enjoy my poetry. If you think I am just some stupid sloth, you shouldn't have read this note. As a wise rabbit once said, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."
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