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Benji James May 2017
Since when did life become this hard?
When did this battle start?
It felt like I had come so far,
When did this hurt become a scar?

Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)

I can hear echoes in my head,
Screams from the darkness underneath my bed.
I'm trapped in chains, caged in my brain.
A fire of rage, a storm of rain.
A soul to claim, can't escape.

Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)

This river of blood,
is like a raging flood,
tearing apart the arteries,
In my heart.
All this pain, is like a train,
crashing through my veins.

Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)

The suffering, is suffocating my soul
I'm shaking, breaking
Think this is the breakdown,
They were talking about.
And now I can't get out,
Of this room full of doubt.

Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then I think.
Maybe I'm damaged, (damaged)
More then just a bit.
So damaged, (damaged, damaged)

©2017 Written By Benji James
allie May 2017
i always said
i would
never
do it.

i always said
i never
think
about it.

i have,
though.

does it
hurt?
who will
miss me?
what happens
after?

take back
please
to when my
life remained
free
and
blessed

fast forward
it to when
i lay in
sickbed
not knowing
when it is going
to come.

rewind to when
i was fresh,
innocent,
an angel.

and keep me
innocent,
fresh,
an angel.

save me
from the
gaping hole
that sparkles
with
black

because
this disease
has left me
*dead.
I never have spoke of this out loud, but I need to feel this crap, so here we go. I can't keep on being this perfect child; I got into another college after I didn't like my previous one. I had a boyfriend, but I broke up with him. I get good grades. And I don't have it all. I'm not saying I'm depressed because that feeling stays with you, but I am sad. I'm mad at this ****** world.
Brianna May 2017
We find ourselves always stuck in the between- the middle of a breakdown, the middle of a fight, the middle of a decision.
In the grey's instead of the blacks and whites of life.
In the undeveloped part of the film; the damaged part of the film.

Have you ever sat in the middle of your living room with a bottle of wine  and the windows slightly open in the middle of winter thinking about life?
I have.
Have you ever sat in the middle of the street in the middle of the night and wished silently to yourself this would all end if one car just turned that corner?
I have.

There's that word again... "Middle"
Which is such an ugly word the more I sit here and type it.
I want to be at the beginning of something.
I would even settle for the end of something just so I could restart again.

I have a hard time focusing on the present, which is also the middle of your life.
I'm always stuck in the past or wishing for the future...
Then again... I am the damaged part of the film.

I am the negatives that will not get developed for another couple years.
Ryan O'Hara Apr 2017
That moment when you realize that you hurt someone
That means more than life itself
And it cuts them in the heart
And they bleed due to what you said
And you know there is no forgiving yourself
And you slip back into your demon of the past
And harming yourself is the only thing you know
But when they find out
They hurt even more
They blame themself
But it wasnt their fault
And they cry over you
And something in you dies
You know you cant forgive yourself
They want you to be whole and pain free
But because of what you said you cant let go
Because you hurt the thing that means nore than life
srry to my love
Crimsyy Apr 2017
I wonder why we keep
calling something
begging for relief
"love",
I wonder why we
call each other "company',
but if you insist,
I might let you stay
as long as your love isn't
just a fleeting feeling,
always flying away.
When I realized that
glass couldn't make me bleed,
I realized then neither should you;
you're only a broken person
and all your parts
are made up of damaged appliances,
just like all of us.
Leandra Mar 2017
Me
I was blue
He
He was red
Us
We were lilac
Love
It turned gray
Pain
turned clear
His heart
turned black
Mine
turned white with speckles of red
Memories turned clear and invisible
That was the colors of our love
Help me please I need to get over him
D Mar 2017
I can already see that you idolize her,
shes so far up on your pedestal that
when she falls it'll be inevitable,
she'll become only a smudge,
a stain on the ground at my feet
so easily washed away and then
my slow and steady will soon again
look good to you

but you wont look good to me;
you told of her character like an angel
while you tore me down as petty
you disrespected me to honor the frenchie
and to say I saw this coming is an understatement
my intuition is so on point,
to stay sane I have to medicate it
looking into your eyes and choosing to believe you
was a mistake I wont make twice
I wont stand for it -- I'll sit down
and quietly stare you down until you
realize my choice is made, now it's yours;
be honest with me, who do you value more?
he was feeling guilty and needed a friend = A++ excuse for being an unloyal heathen
m i a Mar 2017
hearts and minds have become televised
we give every part of us for the world to
see and judge, because we crave attention
and criticism more than ever, just so we
can hold a grudge, like fudge
when have we ever
seen a society more damaged
than our own?
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