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 Aug 2015 cath
Nickols
Sad.
 Aug 2015 cath
Nickols
It hurts seeing your eyes fading into black.
The darkest of color blurrin your burning pits of blues.
Red rim lashes,
And tears catching the glare.

It hurts.
But mostly it's saddening.
 Aug 2015 cath
Ria
sad
 Aug 2015 cath
Ria
sad
she was just a tad bit sad
in the way she walked
and talked
she didn't really know what was wrong
with herself
she just saw the world a bit differently
personal antidote on life
 Aug 2015 cath
JN
Sad
 Aug 2015 cath
JN
Sad
i do not need a reason
for my sadness,
it's just encrypted inside of me.
theres is no light at the end of my tunnel
and maybe there never will be.
 Aug 2015 cath
aurora
sad
 Aug 2015 cath
aurora
sad
Isn't it sad how
I love you most
When we're saying goodbye?
 Aug 2015 cath
John Cena
sad
 Aug 2015 cath
John Cena
sad
sad bad
so no sad
sad happy
happy flappy
flappy clappy
dappy slappy
spousal abuse
 Aug 2015 cath
ns
sad
 Aug 2015 cath
ns
sad
i am so sad
so very
very
sad
 Aug 2015 cath
bc
One
I hate myself.
Two
I'm scared to sleep at night because whenever I close my eyes it's as if the ruthless words of hatred and disgust that you throw at me relentlessly replay over and over in my head as if it was a broken record perched on the top of a dusty shelf that isn't within a reachable distance.
Three*
I don't know who I am anymore. I lost her somewhere within this sea of sadness I plunged myself into.
Four
Fat, Ugly, Worthless. Fat, Ugly, Worthless. Fat, Ugly, Worthless.* These are the words that taunt me everyday and latch onto me like a bloodthirsty leech that just found a new piece of flesh to feed off of.
Five
Whenever somebody tells me to be who I am and that they won't judge. I laugh. I laugh because being who I am is just a distant memory. I cant be who I am because I lost when I skipped my first meal. I lost who I was when I learned what it felt like to genuinely hate myself. I lost myself when I learned how to numb myself so that I feel nothing at all. Now here I am in present time, curled up in a ball of my own self pity, crying out all the feelings I wish I had.
Six
Somedays, I wish I could find the me that loves me, but I can't because the horrid words that you uttered to me stabbed her over and over again relentlessly and when you finally walked away, she stood there bleeding out all the love and trust she used to have.
Seven
I hate telling people how I really feel because they take it as a yearning for attention, not a cry for help. I hate telling people how I feel because they would treat me as if I was a problem and not a human.
Eight
I just wish that someone would paint on me as if I were a blank canvas and turn me into something magnificent because I am tired of continuously painting
myself in hopes that my tear-stained cheeks, lifeless eyes, and pain will turn me into the beautiful girl society expects me to be.
Nine
I just wish I was normal.

-b.c.
First poem I published on here, I hope you like it. -b.c.
 Aug 2015 cath
Kim Santiago
SAD
 Aug 2015 cath
Kim Santiago
SAD
I once knew a boy, who fell in love with a girl,
Who smiled the thought of her name.
I once knew a girl, who fell in love with a boy,
Who felt the very same.

But it became a struggle, and timing was wrong,
And love decide they didn't belong.
Oh my, what a terrible fate!
To bid goodbye and walk away.

After many years they meet again
He knows their love is worth the climb,
But the poor little girl is afraid of heights,
And leave the boy hanging behind.
 Aug 2015 cath
Anon
sad
 Aug 2015 cath
Anon
sad
I remember that night,
You said you were alright.

I remember you saying that nothing was wrong,
and turning the radio to your favorite song.

I remember knowing that you lied.
I remember the night you died.
sad
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