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feeling most lonely
without you
sorry i said it, love
but being without you
is lonelier than being forgotten alone
For: Jenny Thoma
For: Alistair Cadger
i keep getting used,
and over,
and over,
and over.
i'm over-overused.
when i was still usable,
you'd take advantage of me.
i was bait for a trap,
sometimes for me.
doesn't sound like a real word anymore.
it itself is overused.
i would like to start over.
for: huxley, alistair, sigrid, frances, *******...
Anorexia, bulimia, what difference does it make
When they're both coming out of my mouth like a big mistake?
Vile bile comes out of my mouth,
Pouring out like monsters screaming, "GET OUT!"
Maybe I developed B from A,
Both leaving me with nothing good to say.

The doctor said it wasn't healthy, my weight loss.
I told her it was just from vacation.
I told her I was just worried over nothing,
She gave me a hug and said she'd listen.
But, I didn't tell her anything.
No such white lies.

Just thinking about food makes me wanna *****.
Thinking about ***** makes me wanna do it.
So I do,
And I tried to get better.
Hell, did I try.
But I ******* can't.
And I'm sorry.
For: Jenny Thoma, Huxley Densen
and then life changed,
fast as the flick of a wrist
all that was, suddenly wasn’t
and i suddenly didn’t
e x i s t.
For: Sigrid Mathiesen, Huxley Densen, Jenny Thoma
I took it out on you
Drama’s tearing us apart
But, this story isn’t new
And I know I’m not that smart

I can’t even use words
To show how wonderful you are
I hope I don’t use fists instead
It’d send the wrong message

I’m sorry for hurting you
On all my stupid days
But, I don’t have a clue
To really say sorry.
For: Jenny Thoma
I'm only happy
Cuz I'm with you.
You're my happy place.
When I think of it,
I find you,
and all my sadness ends.
For: Jenny Thoma
everybody’s got it worse,
you crying, smelly pig
keep screaming til your voice is hoarse
or you’ve snapped like a twig

she won’t die, you’re just scared
but what if you’re not?

what the ****, are you crying again?!

******* what was this for
dont worry im fine
i finally told you:
i have bulimia.
at least, you caught on.
at least, you worried.
i'm sorry-i'm sorry, stop yelling, i love y
For: Jenny Thoma i'm so soryr
Find a new wardrobe

Hide my old face

Take time out of my schedule

To find my new place

Maybe I’m still full of life

Full of hope and out of time

I’ll make me,

Take me,

Fake me better

And I’ll do it all for you
For: Huxley Densen, Sigrid Mathisen, Alistair Cadger
Talk to me
Make me believe your socialist ideals
Socialize with me
I'll tell you of my communist ideas.
For: Benjamin Garcia
why wouldn't i be?
i'm smiling,
i'm laughing,
i'm saying that i'm fine.
why won't you believe me?
For: Jenny Thoma, Huxley Densen
I've got a crush on you,
But, not you on me.
If I told you,
Crush would mean two different things.
For: Jenny Thoma
Count the lines and see
All I've done to me.
Self-inflicted harmony.
Count the lines
And tell on me.
For: Jenny Thoma, Huxley Densen
Everyday with you
Is a game of hide and seek
You try and hide,
You've lied and cried,
And you've been hidden for forever.

Who is the real you?
I still don't have a clue.
Your heart was mine,
But in due time,
It only fell apart.
For: Huxley Densen, Sigrid Mathisen
At first,
You were a dream.
A dream I couldn’t keep,
And I couldn’t make reality.
Months later,
You said you liked me, too.
And my heart did twirls!
I love you,
Maybe a bit too much.
For: Jenny Thoma
You, sir, are a big dunce
I thought you'd learn your lesson after saying it once
We believed you would watch your mouth
But no, seems our help has gone South
For: Michael Andersen
What'd we saaaaaaay
Jealousy is festering in me
My mistakes make themselves known
I try and cry
But deep, deep down
My true face has begun to show
For: Quincy Taylor
I fell in love with your heart,
and our words were a work of art.
Together, in harmony,
we made a world of our own.

Now your words are set in stone.
I'm sitting here all alone.
Perhaps us, together, wasn't smart.
But we together were a work of art.
For: Huxley Densen
violets are violet
roses are red
i slept best
when you were in my bed <3
For: Jenny Thoma uwu
Deutsch: Entschuldigung, es tut mir leid
Français: Je suis désolé, désolé
Do you understand?
It's in your native tongue.
And until now,
It's been your praise I've sung.
For: Huxley Densen, Alistair Cadger
Fancy, famous Frances
You loving little soul
I wish your heart was mine,
But it belongs to you alone

Hopeful, happy, healing Frances
You've been through so much
My darling little lovely angel
You're my one and only hope
For: Frances Lefevre
I dunno how to explain
my feelings for you.
So I put it in a poem
all about fruit!

You’re the lemon to my lime,
the apple of my eye.
You’re the cherry on top
of a sweet, sweet sundae!

Even if you cantaloupe with me,
Don’t lose any hope!
Oh! Question!
Honeydew you wanna dance?

We’re like slices of a mandarin!
Or pineapple in a metal can.
We’re two different pears
that make a delicious pair!
For: You!
full of bile,
i need to *****
acid reflux makes it worse,
but i deserve this.
i'm hurting myself
but that's alright.
i want this,
i need this,
i can stop at any time.
For: Jenny Thoma, Huxley Densen
wouldn't it be funny
if i overdosed on pills?
left everyone i love alone
no one put in my will
a greedy *****,
all from day one
going dead without a hitch,
her face repeatedly slapped by the sun
it's unpleasant
light, i mean
i don't understand what i meant
i physically can't come clean
We wish to be happy
        But genies can't grant that
                I wish to find a nice life
                        A nice life with you
                                But genies can't grant that
                                        So I wish again
                                                For future happiness
                                                        The genie says again,
                                                                "I can't grant that,miss."
                                                        I wish they could,
                                                I'd be happier then
                                        Happier forever
                                I wonder what you would wish for?
                        A life in riches?
                A happy family?
        You don't need a genie for that!
But my wishes seem to be too much to ask.
For: Huxley Densen, Jenny Thoma
i get depressed when you don’t call
but i get butterflies when you do
there’s so many words i have for you
but i can only use so few

i love when you say my name
i wouldn’t like it any other way
i have a special smile made just for you
but, you haven’t got a clue

i love to talk to you all night and day
i love to hear what you have to say
i’d follow you for all eternity
even if we’re kept in secret

oh my, dear, i love you, so
but, there’s so much that you don’t know
like, how i’ve lied
about how i didn’t cry

i’ve liked you from the start
and i knew that we wouldn’t be smart
but i’m dumb,
and now, numb
but i’ll still love you forever
For: Jenny Thoma
“they’re a fool for not liking you back? remember when you told me that? well, whoever you like is a fool for not liking you back. hah! see how it feels?”
“whoever said that to you, in your nightmare, that they hated you, they can’t! you’re so cool and awesome, no one could hate you!”
jenny, both were you
make me into your perfect girl,
molded hips and perfect, full lips
top me off with a pearl
in a pretty dress of coral

i’ll do whatever you tell me to,
or i’ll end up black and blue
bruises painted like a pretty mural,
makeup painted a perfect hue

i don’t need help,
but he needs me.
and i’ll stay by his side
until he no longer sees me
For: Jay Randall, Huxley Densen, Sigrid Mathisen, Coty Abrams
I don't have enough to lose,
So I'll give it to you.
There's so much to give,
From me to you.

I have a lot.
I was lucky!
I'll lend an ear
When things get sucky
For: anyone
I’ve gone from the bottom to the top,
I know every little thing.
His hitlist and his hotlist,
I had every little thing.

From the bottom, yeah I got a few ***** things.
His mom had died.
His daddy cried.
His life just ain’t the best.

Top, I got a lot.
A lot like what?
Her fifteen different boyfriends,
And his boy bathroom ****.

Real stories?
I don’t know.
It’s all I’m ever fed!
Just come to me for info on your rival’s boyfriend.

Tell me all,
I need some tea.
I’ll spread the word.
Better be nasty.
For: Alistair Cadger
happy cry, happy cry, happy cry
maybe i'll just sob my "happiness" out
happy cry, happy cry, happy cry
i'll comfort myself without making a sound
I'll take the lights out with you, baby
Throw me into the wall
Hear my whimpers in the hall

Make me your own honey, baby
Now my mind is set on you
I'm all you wanna do

I'll take the top
Until you stop
Our little game
Of heat-filled passion
For: Huxley Densen
Do you have a heart
Or only half a heart?
You gave it to her.
The one whose name contains art.

Heart contains art,
And you are a work of art.
She ruthlessly ripped you up.
The one whose name contains art.

You still want her,
However bad she is.
You still want her.
The one whose name contains art.
For: Huxley Densen
She lied to me.
She wouldn’t stop lying to me.
She faked depression and cutting
just to get close to me.

I said it was fine!
I said it could be worse!
But I can’t stop thinking of it.
Thinking of her.

So much time wasted
On someone who didn’t care.
She said that I helped her
Through countless, scary nights.

But no.
It was fake!
Frances, leave me alone.
For mine and Jenny’s sake.
For: Frances Lefevre, even after what you did, you’ll always be in my heart
Let's comprehend the past
and hope it won't come back.
Not in camps or war,
Nor politics or lore.

From the supernatural to hysteria,
We'll find out what-for.
With Europe and Asia,
We'll keep colony scores.

But remember not to repeat it.
No matter how much you adore a person.
For then the cycle restarts again,
And the world succumbs to sin.
Just FYI, if you didn't know: This poem was based on how China has been keeping Muslims in prison camps for ***** harvesting(I think?) and forcing them not to practice their religion, forcing them to eat pork. I forget everything, but that's the general gist and all I can remember. But please, the least you can do is raise awareness about the situation. I don't think we can just stop China with this, but I do know we can spread awareness. In my opinion, this whole thing just seems to be a repeat of the Holocaust. Please, do some research about it yourself, at least.
panic panic
late at night
make me feel
manic manic
every night
i’m hurting myself
in all the right ways
don’t care about my health
it’s stupid, anyways

give me a sign
that i’m not right
maybe then i’ll end
this tragically long fight
maybe it’s not good, trying to get better, though. it’s just how i’ve felt today.
We've been fighting with passive-aggression
You've been fighting with depression
But I can't stress enough what you've been pressin'
All of your ideals
Yeah, I can't help how I feel
But your life's on the line
But your hand's not in mine
Being with you 's like walking on a field of landmines
Our fightin' has to come to an end, my friend
If it doesn't our relationship will totally end
I'm done with the grind
You've been playin' with my mind
But you're the one who was slain
I'll take blame...
We'll never be the same
We don't have to end this way,
But how you've been acting is strange.
I don't feel safe
So I'll find a new place
Where all my fears will come to an end
For: Huxley Densen
Vile and bile
What's the difference?
They both taste the same in my mouth.
For: Jenny Thoma
she can’t ******* love you back, you’re a good for nothing, useless ******* *****! why in all hell would someone as good as her ever ******* love you. useless pig.

why are you thinking about her again, you’re the villain in this story. stop feeling pity for yourself, you’d forgive her if she wanted it.

she won’t die, it’ll be okay. but what if she dies in her sleep and can’t ever say goodnight to you guys again, or i love you, or-

you can’t take back what you’ve said! they won’t forgive you, no matter how many times you say “i’m sorry,” or “it’s not your fault!” or “she was just there for me when you weren’t” or some ****. no one’s gonna forgive you! they won’t forgive you because you. don’t. deserve it. and they hate you, everyone else does. sensitive, insensitive *****.

i want to throw up. i need to throw up. it’s so big, your stomach? wow, you probably gained 10 pounds today! what are you now, 30 pounds overweight then? you’re just dense, right? well, maybe personality wise, but physically? you’re just fat! what muscle? that’s probably a tumor, maybe get that checked out cuz whoa, a kid like you would NEVER have muscles, like, how?!

but i can’t let any of this get to me, because i’ve been the happy one! the one that has to help them, that feels it their duty to help and make everyone happy even if i’m not, so stop crying, stop feeling, unless it’s happy tears or happiness. you can do it! now do it.
don’t tell anyone ;)
i need you to hold my hands
so i don't hurt myself worse
i twisted my thigh
i near stabbed my hand
i can't
s t o p
i need
your help
I’m smiling in your arms
I happily sink into you
You’re really comfy,
And ridiculously soft
Maybe I’ll just sleep here,
In your sweatshirt’s arms
For: Jenny Thoma
“I miss you, i’m sleeping with your sweatshirt”
“I miss you still and it’s been like 2 hours”
“It smells like you and makes me sad :(“
Jenny, it’s not too late to call us off
For: Jenny Thoma
laying in bed,
staring at my empty hand
i just wish you were here
to hug me, and hold me
we may laugh,
we may cry
but either way,
we don’t mind
but now i’m hanging on empty hope
that i’ll hold you again
We'll take our time
Just passing by
I'll make your day
A happy day, indeed!

Maybe you're sad,
Well, that's too bad!
I'll take you to see your favorite band,
Or spend a day out in the sand
but I'll make your day
A happy day, indeed!

Maybe hugs aren't enough,
Or maybe you're just stressed...
I'm sorry for how hard I pressed.
I hope I still made your day
A happy day, indeed.
For: Jenny Thoma
Your problems aren't plain
I'll listen to you complain
Don't laugh at the pain
Just listen to the rain
For: Jenny Thoma
me: i'm gonna die in three years anyway, what's the difference?
her: you don't know that.
me: still might.
her: we can't be a married couple if you're dead!!
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