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OnjuliThePoet Jan 2014
GROWING UP* is
a huge trap
so much *******
drama all the
**** time

GROWING UP is
not what i thought
it would be
a lie to say
that this is easy

GROWING UP is
why i always
want to be alone
you learn to
trust no one

GROWING UP is
full of insecurity's
and lies, hate, hormones
and ******* i often
wish i was a kid

GROWING UP
is a trap that causes
you to be stressed
don't trust what
they tell you
about growing up
it's all lies it's
not fun it's
not crazy
it's hell
on earth
for us
teens
THIS IS HOW I FEEL
OnjuliThePoet Jan 2014
HA i think
it's funny how
your always complaining
that you wish you could
find a girl who will treat
you right but i was friend
zoned

* I think it's
funny how you
want a girl who
wont cheat on
you but you want
all these girls who
look like they came
off central

* I think it's
funny how
you want
a girl who
will be honest
with you but
you want
perfection


* Well i still think
that it's funny that
a girl you can trust
a girl who wont cheat
and a girl who is real
is right next to you
i have known you
for 3 years and still
you don't know
oh wait how could you
i was FRIEND ZONE
this is not for anyone i just was listening to a song and thought of this poem
OnjuliThePoet Jan 2014
HA i think
it's funny how
your always complaining
that you wish you could
find a girl who will treat
you right but i was friend
zoned

* I think it's
funny how you
want a girl who
wont cheat on
you but you want
all these girls who
look like they came
off central

* I think it's
funny how
you want
a girl who
will be honest
with you but
you want
perfection


* Well i still think
that it's funny that
a girl you can trust
a girl who wont cheat
and a girl who is real
is right next to you
i have known you
for 3 years and still
you don't know
oh wait how could you
i was FRIEND ZONE
this is not for anyone i just was listening to a song and thought of this poem
OnjuliThePoet Jan 2014
Words are like knives
they cut you deep inside
the words I am told everyday
leave behind lines that scar me
im not proud of them
im disgusted by them

Words are like knives
they left me in tears
im never enough am i
you always make cry
by spreading lies that
can **** but im not the only one


Words are like knives
they have killed so many
teens before me im happy
i survived god told me
that im stronger then
self harm stronger than suicide
stronger then lies

*Words are like knives
but now i know im
able to survive because
gods by my side ^-^
made because im constantly bullied i made this in my Spanish class because its a free day and i was told im not good enough to do anything in my math class but its all good karma will get them for me ^-^
OnjuliThePoet Jan 2014
We never hang out anymore
your allways with her
has she replaced me
as your true bestie
apparantly because when
she calls you run

We never talk anymore
We used to share everything
we used to share secrets
we used to  share jokes
but when she's here you go


We used to be like sisters
We used to stay up all night
We knew each other so well
we started off so beutiful
but when she says sister your gone with no words*

we arnt best friends anymore
like the wind she swept you away
that best friend stealer she made you go away
like a river she drowned you in lies
like the flu she spread rumors of me
and you listend

I miss MY EX-BEST FRIEND
This was made for my ex bestie selena :'( I miss you
OnjuliThePoet Jan 2014
I once had a dream where i could
anything and everything i wanted
to do in life but as i grew up i learned
what it means to lose your train of thought
, now that im older i realized that I was dragged
down by the "ZOMBIES" of society

My flesh had been cut, ripped, and pulled of my bones
by the cruel words spat out at me like rotten corpses growling
with the blood of their previous victims dripping from their lips
like saliva drips from a  dogs mouth while it stares at a pile of meat


*On my thirteenth birthday i realized i was pulled
down deeper in to the zombies hole of hatred where
they weakened their victims with by the rumors and names
they called them
  

By the helping hand of my friends and family
i was pulled from  the piles of rotting flesh and broken bones
pulled back in to their caring loving arms where i knew there and only there i was safe


*Safe  to be free, safe to feel, safe to  be me, and safe to fly away from those who evil beings but... inside we are all "ZOMBIES OF SOCIETY"  or " VAMPIRES OF RUMORS SPREAD" but we learn to forgive and NEVER forget EVER,
this poem is morbid in case none of you understand its about bulling

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