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Misha Kroon Mar 2015
I hate long walks,
I hate short walks,
I hate flights of stairs,
I hate how I get out of breath so easy,
I hate my lungs and my stomach,
I hate eating,
I hate not eating even more,
I hate looking in the mirror,
I hate that I hate looking,
I hate feeling like I have to wear so much makeup to be confident,
I hate feeling like I shouldn't wear it,
I hate that I'm not attractive to anyone,
I hate that I can't use a phone,
I hate that I'm so terrified someone will answer that I never call,
I hate waking up alone,
I hate going to sleep alone,
I hate being the third wheel all the time,
I hate that I can't ever be wholly happy,
I hate that I hate these things.

A wise man once said,
'Love how you hate you self,
Because *******,
At least there's still something to hate,'

I love that I'm still here,
I love that I've not given up,
I love that there are days when the mirror is bearable,
I love that there are single moments I feel infinite bliss.
I love how I hate myself,
Because at least I'm still here to hate me.
Wise man - Neil Hilborn
I don't know what this is, I don't know if I even like it tbh
Misha Kroon Mar 2015
The clock reads 2am before she finally falls asleep,
Her eyes are red and stinging,
Her feet are ached and swollen,
She can feel the sleepiness radiate around the room.

She always finds herself here,
At this godforsaken time,
Like the late night is an expectant lover,
An expectant lover from whom she cannot escape,

This time of morning is not friend to her,
It's is the time of voices and doubt,
When the thoughts she tries so hard to escape from,
All to often come out to play.
This has been sat in my drafts for ages, and I don't know why I never posted it ^.^
  Dec 2014 Misha Kroon
Kennedy Taylor
I'm afraid to be alone.
I'm afraid to be forgotten.
I'm afraid to let you in.
Because my trust is rotten.

I'm afraid I want you here.
I'm afraid I hope you'll stay.
I'm afraid to open up.
Because I know you'll go away.

I'm afraid I'm already hurt.
I'm afraid I did this to myself.
I'm afraid no one will ever stay.
Because all I seem to do is repel.

I'm afraid to ask how you feel.
I'm afraid that I already know.
I'm afraid I don't mean much.
So I guess I'll let you go.

Please don't worry when I'm alone
But please remember my name.
I hope you enjoyed your stay.
I'm afraid I knew you'd leave from the first day.
Misha Kroon Dec 2014
I always thought I knew lonely,
Like I knew her sinful curves and crushing caress.
But if there is something this year has taught me,
This year of new, and discovery, and sweet sadness,
It's that I never knew lonely.
She and I had merely danced together at a ball,
Or shared a joke at a bar.
Lonely and I were but aquintances,
Passing strangers in the street.

I know now that lonely is like an expectant lover.
She is omnipresent,
She is always there reminding you that they are out there,
While you are in here alone.
Lonely doesn't possess curves,
Nor do her gnarled hand caress,
She is ugly and suffocating,
She is ever-present,
Reminding you,
That they are still out there,
Without you.
  Dec 2014 Misha Kroon
PrttyBrd
The voices
          In my head
                    Aren't always
                              The best company
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10w
Misha Kroon Nov 2014
2am
I can't escape this time of morning.
It's too loud.
2am is loud when the only sound you can hear is your head
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