Ryan Long 18h

Just want you to know
You're my closest lil friend
And when I'm around you
Nothing can offend

Our friendship means so much
But words are so small
Not enough there can be
To possibly describe it all

Your elegant and pretty
But that's just surface stuff
I'll skip all that if you don't mind
I'm sure you hear it enough

Your inner qualities
That's more important to me
So I hope you bear through
And I'll show you what I see

You're loving and caring
Ready to bend a listening ear
You're sweet as the south
You're a joy to be near

Your uplifting words
Like water to the soul
Your love for your friends
Burns hotter than coal

Love you to death
My little friend so dear
Should you ever need anything
I'll always be right here

Ana S 3d

My body is numb.
I sit in this empty classroom.
Alone.
I sit here feeling bad for myself.
What's the point of making friends if your just going to die someday.
Leave them all behind to sit in your absents.
Leave them behind to question why the sky wizard chose you.
Leave them behind to feel sorry for themselves.
Sorry they didn't do more.
The only question is why didn't they care when I was here.
Why didn't they care when I was alive?
Why is it when a person dies all the sudden they are noticed.
People appriciate you after your dead.
Like a ghost I plan on being a faint memory after I'm gone.
Nothing but a rainstorm.
There and then gone.
Passing to revel the sun.
I'm tired.
So tired.
Everything hurts and my body doesn't like it.
I'm miserable and I'm like a plague.
I infect the people around me and cast a dark shadow over then as well.
Everyone I meet feels "bad" for me.
They don't really though.
Nobody cares until your gone.
That's the harsh reality.
Once your gone everyone cares.

Nobody cares until you've stopped breathing and your body is 6 ft under.
María José Apr 7

I wish I could yell at you
and tell you how it feels
share my painful truth:
that I care, even in my dreams.

I punish myself because I don't.
Instead I smile, instead I laugh,
instead I tell myself this is what I want.
It isn't true. Sadly, it's all I have.

But then a small, tiny sign of affection
and I, starving for it, thank you
I cherish it as if it were my salvation.
In a moment, it dies, and I stand there, a fool.

Thorne Mar 31

In my entire life I had never noticed,
how much I mean to others.

I saw myself as a spec of dust,
hardly worth the oxygen I needed to survive.

But once I opened myself to the warm arms
of the many people who love me,
I knew who I was.

I made a list,
of all of you.

108 and counting,
of people who care.

When I posted about it,
so many of you said,
"I'm on there, right?"

Of course you are.
I wouldn't be who I am
without you.

So thank you,
all of you,
for helping me survive.

To all the people who I listed or have yet to list.
Pamela Rae Mar 28

it's merely a given right, you see
to expect that we all care
about humanity...
©Pamela Rae 3.28.2017

Alaska Mar 27

I wanted to text you
to see how you are
because being who I am,
I always care,
but I know if I do so
I'll fall back down that
hole of trying to be in
your life again.

Alaska Mar 27

All I do
is care
about those
who could
care less
about me
and
I guess
that is
okay.

Scarlet Keiller Mar 27

There is a girl somewhere, somehow;
impossible and true. She shouldn't exist -
she should have evaporated so long ago
yet somehow she kept on breathing and existing,
condensing and condensing
until she finally moved with solidity.
She sang in sorrowful silence,
was free in the terrors of the night,
lived and loved
regardless of the loss in her heart.
She survived because life told her not to
and now she is there, running
pure and clear as a dream,
wild and crazed bewilderment
shining in her alive eyes.
That Latin beauty, she is vivid and gleaming
in the light which shines
true and bright and effervescent.
She will be waiting for the liquid to return
and to dissolve into transparency once more but,
as she always forgets,
she will never die out.
We are all like her
in some way or another.

~~ For Katy. ~~
ben Mar 23

sometimes you let go of people
you stop thinking about them
you stop waiting for them to reply
you stop letting them hurt you time after time
you stop caring about everything they do
you stop waiting for an apology that will never come
you just let them go, accepting that they are not in your life anymore
you finally realize how different your life is after just...
letting go

Annie Cynthia Mar 23

A beautiful soul is hard to find,
With so much on my mind,

You are so much more than what others think of you,
A tower, a flower and a writer too.

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