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Dec 2013 · 2.6k
Untitled
Sexual Pansexual Dec 2013
Starving.
Aching.
Tired.

Hurting.
Lovesick.
Nauseous.

Depressed­.
Lifeless.
Alone.

Hopeless.
Wrecked.
****** up.

*Starving.
Nov 2013 · 1.7k
FUCK YOU.
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
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Nov 2013 · 2.2k
Grudge.
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
I know I should be there for you,
I know I should stand up for you,
And I know I should care for you.
But how can I?
I mean after all did you ever do that for me?
When almost the same thing happened,
When everyone was against me.

You turned your back

Even after a year that still digs at me.
I tears into my thoughts.
It hurts.

And I know I'm being childish,
And I swear I truly care about you,
And I would **** anyone who hurt you.
But at the same time I enjoy it,
I like the fact that you can finally feel what I went through.

The relentless bullying,
Your friends turned enemies,
The feeling of all hope lost.

And I know that makes me a monster,
But I can't help it,
Because I have held this grudge for too long.
Nov 2013 · 1.9k
For Jeremiah
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
YOU **** A BIG ****.
Nov 2013 · 1.6k
Monster.
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
I've been thinking about you again.
Thinking about your smile and the way you talked.
And all the little things you used to do.
But you've moved on,
And I'm glad honestly.
I want you to be happy,
I don't want you to try to chase me.
I have no right to be upset,
But I am.
And it hurts.
I have no right because I pushed you away.
I told you no.
I've turned into the person I've always hated,
A person who only wants what they can't have.
I do this everytime.
When will I stop being afraid?
When will I grow up?
When will I finally say yes?
I don't know,
But I've turned into

*a monster.
For my ex...
Nov 2013 · 2.9k
Pills
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
It's hard to breathe.
Waiting for a white light but there is only darkness.
My head spins.
Maybe I took too much this time,
Maybe instead of dulling the pain I ended it.
Thank God I woke up.
I don't know if I'm ready to go.

*Not quite yet.
Nov 2013 · 1.8k
The Fear
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
Im not afraid of the dark,
but what hides behind it.
What's lurking in the unknown,
With red eyes and sharp teeth,
Like the monsters described in fairy tales.

Im not afraid of heights,
But temptation that I might jump off.
Just to end the pain,
Once a for all.

Im not afraid of wild animals,
But of domesticated humans.
Who **** one another for sport,
Whereas animals **** on instinct

I'm not afraid of myself,
But what I might do,
And who I might hurt.
When my world goes black
And there is no one to go to.

These are my greatest fears.
Nov 2013 · 2.4k
Sex
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
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If I had just ten minutes alone with you.
Oh, all the things I would do.

I would trace the lines that define your perfect figure with my tongue,
Leaving tiny lipstick stains down your abdomen.
I would kiss you softly and tenderly,
while tangling my fingertips in your hair.
I'd make you moan with pleasure,
While our tongues fight for dominance in each others mouths.
I'd hold you close,
Our bare skin touching.
Entangling our limbs together,
While tiny droplets of sweat form on your forehead.
Craving every touch

All these things I would do,
If I had just ten minutes alone with you.
****.
Nov 2013 · 2.2k
Skin
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
My skin seems so paper thin,
So easily it takes the blade.
Hidden so no one will ask,
Because the don't really care.
This world is a joke,
People fake concern so well.
No one gives a **** about anyone else,
the only look out for themselves.
I'm guilty of this conviction,
so narcissistic and rude.
But still hating every inch of this skin,

*paper thin
Nov 2013 · 2.6k
Unattainable.
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
Skinny.
I want to be skinny.
Skin and bones,
No awkward lumps,
No pudgy cheeks.
Just beauty.

Perfect.
How am supposed to be perfect?
With societies expectations.
No more pain,
No more sorrow.
Just serenity.

Loved.
I just want to be loved.
By someone who cares.
No more loneliness.
No more tears.
Just love.

Unattainable wanting.*
The only thing I feel.
Things I can never have.
Nov 2013 · 2.0k
Infected
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
We're all infected.
With words we cannot say.
With emotions we don't dare to feel.
With pain we don't want to share.

I'm infected.
With thoughts I cannot share.
With a feeling of hate so strong,
I engulf my world in it.

You're not infected
You're pure
Don't let me infect you.
I'll ruin you,
I'll fill you with hate.
So leave,

Before I lose you.
Nov 2013 · 2.3k
This is a Girl
Sexual Pansexual Nov 2013
This a girl.

A broken, battered girl.
Held together by threads and glue, with wounds gauged into her heart.

This girl wakes up and sees a monster in the mirror,
with a grotesque face and heart as black as tar. Her eyes magnify every imperfection,
making them stand out like a single red rose among a dozen white ones. Still she puts on the smile that she is expected to wear. Fake it until you make it right? Stabbed in the back by her best friend.
The one person she thought would never give her up. The one she trusted and loved more than anyone. That’s what started it all.
A streak of deep set self-hatred. A girl who wishes that her weight was as low as her self-esteem. So down your drink broken girl, drown your sorrows with ***** and jack.
This is a girl.
With the word “Useless” carved into her arm.
Because that’s how she feels.
Useless. Ugly. Fat.
Because that was what she was told that was what she was. With every text that was sent to her she lost a little bit of her heart until all that was left was the space where it was supposed to beat.
Thump. Thump.
So she built walls around herself. Unbreakable walls filled with every word they ever called her.
She built them high and thick and made them of steel so no one could climb into her mind and see.
See what pain she was in.
See how she lived life behind a mask of fake laughs and smiles.  
So slice a little deeper broken girl, bleed the pain away because all those scars tell a story.

This is a girl.
Whose only escape is music.
The words engulf her.
Make her feel perfect even if just for about three minutes. Hitting her hard with a tsunami of emotions. Each word she clings to with all her strength so that maybe, one day they will be her reality.  A girl who loses herself in the crowd. The only time anything feels alright, when she doesn't have to hide or wish she was someone else. She sits alone and just listens. Listens to the ups and downs and analyzes the lyrics as they wrap around her and keep her warm. The only thing that can make it over her walls. So turn it up broken girl, and leave the pain behind.
This is a girl.
A girl who walks alone.
Because who would want to walk with a monster?
A girl who hates everything.
Especially herself.
Because that was what she was taught to do. Tongues as sharp as the razor she uses, eat at her brain. Like a flesh eating disease. Telling her how imperfect she is. And she listens. She soaks up the words and feels all of their fury. And what’s left becomes the salt in her tears. So walk on, broken girl, and don't you dare look back.
This a girl.
A girl who cries herself to sleep almost every night.
With a pillow covered in black stains from her eye make-up, as dark as the thoughts that drift through her head. Who is told not to end it because “It gets better.” That’s what they say anyway. The same people who, just a year earlier, caused her pain, who still cause her pain.
Their words haunt her.
They invade her dreams and turn them into nightmares that cut like a blade into her soul and into her heart. So take another pill and fall asleep, broken girl.
Leave this world behind, broken girl
Never wake up, Broken girl.
Because when you wake up your nightmares become
reality.

— The End —