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aye-way 56m
i asked her to open up for you
i asked her to show you her soul
but, darling, you lusted the unholy
and now she is a broken home.
- the reusable
(c) ayesha. h [2o18]
Shelby 5h
Grabbed my clothes, packed a bag, and threw away your empty promises.

In my haste, I left my dearest possession. The pieces of it, anyways. Whatever, you can keep it. There’s nothing in it that you haven’t already taken from me.

Don’t try to return it. You’ll never see me again.
Shelby 5h
I love you so much,
I love everything I wish you were.
I see your smile— innocent, shining,
I remember your soul,
dull.
I close my eyes and think of all we could be,
If you weren’t you, and I weren’t me.
Shelby 5h
I’m still so in love with you.
Every harsh word is a bite, sinking deep,
injecting venom into my veins.
You’re so beautiful.
I think I’d do anything for you.
Every coil is suffocating,
but what a comforting embrace it is.
I think I’d die for you.
You squeeze tighter.

And so I do.
Amanda 6h
Your broken words and blatant lies
Use to cut me like a thousand knives
I sit wondering what I did wrong
When it was you who hurt me all along
Your toxic breath soaked with sin
Betrays the monster deep within
Disguised you hide in the form of a friend
And slowly try to make me bend
Your words are venom your tears are tricks
And seeing you makes me physically sick
You manipulate as you please
And get mad when I don’t bend a knee
Your selfish act has destroyed my life
And with an indifferent air, you ignore the strife
My heart has hardened I no longer bleed
From your words of hurt and self-satisfied need
You bruise too easily, or so you say
But I’m done letting you have your way.
Knock me down I don’t care
But you hurt my family and you better beware
You destroy all you touch
And wonder why people leave when it gets too much.
Darkness stains your soul
Your broken and not completely whole.
I’m done I’ve had enough
I don’t have time to hear your rebuff
Your petty heart and conniving mind
Make you think that I am blind.
Blind to the games that you play.
But eventually, you will have to pay.
Pay the price of your egocentric lies
Because I will no longer internalize
All the pain you made me feel.
I wish I never met you
I wish that you weren’t real.
I have no sympathy for you
Or your narcissistic ways.
I couldn’t describe the grief you caused
Even in One Thousand days.
Your heart is empty
Your mind is ill
You care of no one but yourself
And you never will.
So now I say goodbye to you and your vexatious words
And walk away from your theater of the absurd
I wrote this when I realized someone who I thought was a friend was really just a narcissist who only cared about how they felt and didn't care how they treated others.
Alex 7h
Can anybody help me?

I'm screaming.

But my head's underwater.

I can't hear myself under the pressure of the compression of my anxiety.

I can't love myself under the hatred the hugs my insides with every move.

I cannot be happy until I have gotten rid of everything.

I cannot accept this monster until I have become nothing more than what I was.

Dust.

My head is spinning like an arrow but it refuses to land on an answer.

My heart is being torn out of my chest a billion times over but I can't scream.

I cannot look into the mirror,
Without being afraid of who I am.

I cannot look at myself,
Without seeing numbers over my head.

I've forgotten how to see.

My eyes are broken.

Did they ever work in the first place?
My stories
may be untrue
but trust
that my
bleeding heart
isn't lying
- SkullsNBones
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bri 17h
I am sick and tired
of hearing sorry
for the same shit

you already know
how everyone else
broke me

& I thought you were different
but you were lying about the same shit

& you thought  I needed another crack
in my already ruptured heart
that only you could give

the fragments
you helped me pick back up
are now shattered even more

at some point
we all break

but how many times
until I can't pick myself back up again?
drapetomani ;

(n) an overwhelming urge to run away
Alex 18h
Blank pages shuffle at my feet.

Stories unwritten shine through white.

Wait,

Lean forward and see,

They are written.

Just unsaved.

Words screamed into my head,

Never making it onto paper.

Scrambling,

I frantically throw them around,

Looking for one word.

One sentence.

One anything.

That I've written.

But empty stares are my only friend.

Have I done anything with my life?

Made any mark on anyone?

My pens are all out of ink,

They leave temporary indentations.

My colored pencils are all broken,

They leave granite shards behind.

My hands are broken,

My mind made up.

Red ink writes my end.

Goodbye, goodbye.

See you next time.

Hope we never meet again.
I'm trying out new styles so this one is really rough...
I can't reach you
they do not move
nailed to the cross
broken arms

Shattered at the bone
blistered and diseased
muscular atrophy
broken arms

They want to feel
they want to grow
they want to give warmth
broken arms

Would you lend your strength
so that they can give you
one last hug?
broken arms

Will you please nail them
back onto the cross
so that they can be numb again?
broken arms

Will you please walk away
and leave me in agony
sorrow is the new happy
broken arms

Do not pity me
pity is for the weak
my knuckles drag on the ground
broken arms

Rotten and deformed
decayed and putrid
burred six feet under
broken arms
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