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Astra Zenneth Sep 2016
You plant all day in your made up garden
You bury me in all the dirt
And then you refuse to give me a pardon

I never said a word you think
Please remove the mound from me
If I'm not removed I think I'll sink

I choke on crap you threw about
You shovel more dirt into my mouth
Stop this pointless grudge you lout

How dare you turn your back on me
I will get lost in this stupid ocean
I'm starting to drown in your dirt sea

I did not say the thing you said
And by the time you forgive me
I will be several years dead

Stop shoving dirt into my throat
I can take  it but you won't
I'll give it back and you might choke

So stop this pointless tiff
I won't tolerate anymore
Put an end to your stupid ****
I have a friend who tends to put words in other's mouths and then proceed to became very angry with you for something they made up. I feel like each part is fine on it's own but doesn't flow all together.
Kayotic Tragedy Feb 2016
Utinam hic quidem me solum relinquatis et caerulei oculi penetrare cogitabant mala mihi. Crudelibus modis agit , et intuitus est angeli.
English translation: If only did he produce me ye may leave alone , and blue eyes penetrate : they devised evils to me. Ways, cruel , and he beheld the angel.
Eleanor Rigby Feb 2016
There are monsters under our beds
Who are fighting battles inside their heads.
I think we should take our meds

Because we're crazy people.


-- Eleanor
Nameless Jan 2016
I talk to myself,
my father isn't fond of it.

Will I really end up alone...
like he tells me, when I talk to myself.

... I answer no

But, when no one is around...
does it matter who I talk to?

Because...

I'd rather talk aloud, to myself, so I know...
That my thoughts are my own.
Short thing I came up with...
Candy Flip Jan 2016
This time last year,
I thought I was the ****.
Turns out I was not the ****.
This year, I am the ****.
I am the ****
I want to breath...away from the canvas.
He's made it for me but I want to be free
One part from pills that I don't have
ninety-nine parts because of the names we were called
But who decides  our worth. when we cant?
From the names we were called
the classics like "Her spaz. hey freak..."
To the names that hurt deeper than a word
The ones we cannot brush away with a well placed smile
all I want is to breath
to be free of the canvas he has made for me
To stand up for the kids who cant do it for themselves
because I know how it feels to be broken
to feel like the names that kids give you,
are really who you are
One part suicidal, too parts loyal, and ninety seven parts afraid
I wanted to **** myself in grade nine.
Because of a girl who decided that my friendship..
it wasn't worth maintaining
Because even thou I stud for all that she was doing so alone
that I was not enough...
I kept my  tears from home because home is weir love is
But what happens when love is not what I need
now I want to stand up for the kids who have no one
no matter what that girl did to me.
Because no one did it for me
One part suicidal ninety nine parts afraid
I chose to believe that all life is preciouses
because yes some of us will give up
some of us who were more than one part suicidal
wont make it
but I chose to believe that all life is preciouses
because I want those kids who called us 'freaks'  to see
that I forgive them for what they did to me
madrid Oct 2015
"I will be happy...

...because I deserve to be"
Accept who you are.
If you don't, then who will?
gene Oct 2015
Face your demons—if that’s what it takes for you to keep moving forward.
Stop holding back—if that’s what it takes for you to feel whole again.
Let it go—if that’s what it takes for you to unnumb.
Do not suffocate—if that’s what it takes for you to move on.
Don’t fall hard—if that’s what it takes for you to live longer.

Because everything that falls, gets broken.
Because when you win some, you lose some.
Because when you decide to stay, they won’t.
Because he let go, you didn’t.
*Because you gave happiness you didn’t own and he’ll always be a question mark.
DaSH the Hopeful Oct 2015
I carved
                    The shape of
The USA               on my wrist
       Asked God to
    Bless the occasion
                   And took the reds, whites
     And blues
with a shot of *Jack
Mon Sep 2015
Because it is your voice that I want to hear
Because it is your eyes that I want to see
Because it is your lips that I want to kiss
Because it is your arms that I want to hug
Because it is your cheeks that I want to touch
Because it is your hair that I want to smell
Because it is your hands that I want to hold
Because beside you, I want to lay down
Because it is your laugh that makes me laugh, too
Because it is you, the reason why I smile

Because it is you, the person that I want to be with
Because it is you, the person that I really love
Because it is you that inspires me
Because it is you that makes me feel like I am complete
Because it is you, the reason why I am inlove

Because it is you why I am hurt
Because it is you why I am crying
Because it is you why I chose to leave
Because it is you why I decided to move on
Because it is you why I am trying hard to stand up again
Because it is you why I am a new person now
And yes, it is still you who is in my heart
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