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It's quite hilarious
When you say "I love you"
When in fact,
love is a verb
not a noun

©IGMS
I wonder, and think of you
I pray, the best for you
I get happy, I met someone like you
I get lost, in my own emotions loving you
I trust, my instict my heart my soul
I believe, you felt the same spirit flame
I rest, in warmthness of your heart
I undress, in the thoughts of your heart
I miss, you infinitely such move done kiss
I guess, it was not the time you'd be mine
I survived, dead man walking alive
I dream, what could that mean forever
I wait, it's getting late & I'm at the gates

Goodnight sweet treasure of heaven,
In love feels, like nothing ever felt before
Pour your tender love I'm craving for more...

Your words no one can match you, what a great catch, how lucky I am we attached
In love's whirlwind, in a spin, we finally declare victory & win...

You are me & I am you,
If only you knew
Unfortunately, you have no clue
My eyes were made just for you

I'm true my dear loving blue moon...
Goodnight sweet dreams guardian angel of mines...
Good, but...
Never good enough.
Out of place,
out of sync-
without rhyme;
and the truth
I've heard
many times:
I
should
not
exist.
But then, I've always known I don't belong, nor should I have an expectation to. Forever outside- to dwell in  nothingness.
 May 2015 Syahirah Afrina
Holly
I have never felt
more confused
than I do now.

being prejudged,
pressure from teachers,
expectations from parents,
insecurities from media influence
or by comparing ourselves to others.
stumbling through
day by day,
low self-esteem,
rumours,
peer pressure,
mood swings,
spots,
hormones,
not feeling good enough,
constant tiredness
and emotions that
we don't even understand
are things that we,
as teenagers,
have to face every day.

Fighting to hold it together
whilst still trying to figure out
who we are.

Self-harm? "attention seeker"
Mental illness? "get a grip"
Suicidal? "cheer up"

They can be so ignorant.

I don't think
that some people realise
how difficult it is
to grow up
in a society
like this.
Not quite sure yet
What I want to be
But so much pressure
Just to get my degree

I’m young and free
Even crazy and wild
Don’t you even dare
To treat me like a child

Though I can’t help but think
Where will I be in 10 years?
Will I finally have courage,
to face my worst fears?

Will I still have my boyfriend,
who I’ve been with?
Do high school sweethearts
exist, or is that just a myth?

Should I go get drunk,
this weekend with my friends?
I got invited to another party
The fun never ends

Wait I’m kind of insecure
About my body and weight
Why am I still awake?
It’s getting pretty late

Yet I still haven’t started
Any of my homework
Who cares anyway though
I mean my teacher’s a ****

I’m under so much pressure
Because I’ve got to graduate
But you try being a teenager
In a world filled with hate

Overthinking killed the teenager
And that teenager is I
Overthinking every thought
And I don’t know *why
"Teenagers"-People who are treated like children but expected to act like adults.
We are wrong about every single thing. They teach us everything they know. They tell us what to do. When we see the sun they tell us it's a star. We are wrong. We get misunderstood and they get mad at us. We try to make things right but we make it wrong. They teach us to always do the right things. When we follow our hearts and do what think is right they tell us to think again. We are wrong.

We are a generation of misunderstood teens trying to make everyone pleased, make mom and dad proud, do what we love but always gets it **wrong.
Written: May 15. - 2014
they asked me about my future
that's when the truth hit me like a truck
that i have no talent
no luck ...

they say that soon all my  fears
would disapear
i say...
i'm just a lost teenager ,
that is waiting to be found
find yourself
Goodbye  because with you I walk on fake ground once more.

Goodbye  because the silence hurts more than your truth.

Goodbye  because the restless nights are catching up to me.

Goodbye  because common sense has won over my heart.

I'm leaving without the fear of failing,* **for today I end what had never started.
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
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