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No one wanted to believe in angels anymore
because they have met so many demons

*But little did they know,
I came across a deceiver
who became a love giver.
Alex May 2015
With every cycle the clock ticks
I escape the world from the back of the room
Through letters shaped as thoughts
Staring at where once was the moon

Seems pretty okay, right?
But you can’t write your sorrows on exams.
I would need the entire alphabet.
But I’m left with four bold letters at my hands

I began writing "I’m sorry" beside my name.
Answering questions with just because
I started leaving pages empty
I truly believed that’s what i’d become

When things came to an end,
I passed, but I failed to get better.
*- At least if i had actually failed, I would have gotten a second chance.
Lack of planning on your part… is not my emergency!
Alan S Bailey Feb 2015
Above and beyond the clouds of my endless sky,
I found a "small challenge" to finding my sweet,
She'd gone away to College and found a cute guy,
This is the reason each day I do not happily greet.

My joy is an illusion, I hide myself from the pain,
I beat this image out of my mind again and again and
Again. But still it returns-her and him-hell I've not even
Seen his face but I can imagine mine like a dismal disgrace.

I confess to the world I am a failure at best,
I had your hand, your heart but failed your test,
And now I am put back in my box to rust and to rot,
To be happy at the bottom is worse than sad at the top.
Roxxanna Kurtz Feb 2015
She's dressing up like an angel,
with wings on the corners of her eyes
and a halo around her neck.
Glitter-glossed lips to lock in a smile,
tightly winding a dress around her hips;
she's dressing to forget.
There's nothing good about a girl who is sad.

And she's got a tremble in her fingertips,
her pulse pressing against her skin
as she stares at the creature in the mirror.
Two dull eyes with a sad silver lining,
and a broken blush upon her cheeks;
she's seeing things that aren't her.
There's nothing good about a girl who is sad.

And she exhales tired sighs,
with failed wishes and last minute hopes,
letting it all die away with the rest of herself.
Because her mother never taught her love,
and her father never showed her what's right;
only leaving her to fall into the dangers of the world.
*There's nothing good about a girl who is sad.
If I were a *******.
Arcassin B Feb 2015
By AB

All I ever needed was a pretty girl,
All I ever needed was a care in the world,
All I ever needed was a good group of friends,
Turned out to be *******,
So I made some ends,
And in the end,
To end the end,
Of what your end is,
I was real ,
But you pretend,
Wrong answer,
Retake the pop quiz,
I was careful the first time,
When I met all of you,
And so begins,
And for that,
I'm coming for all of you,
The mafia is crumbling,
Melanie found the forbidden fruit,
Ate it then died,
The ***** was never bright,
So true,
I knew one day I would become a better leader than you,
Your display of putting together teams were so despicable,
Prisms,
We rise above whatever you put out,
This year is also mine so give it all you got,
The mafia should know that it always goes south,
Since the ******* throwing little slick shots.
#TheRightWay
s Feb 2015
"You're better now right?"
"Yes."
That is the biggest lie
You can't just get better from suicide.
You can't just get better from depression.
It always sits there haunting you.
Waiting for you to fail
Again
And
again
And
Again
Dawn Anderson Jan 2015
In order to protect myself
I built a wall away from you
Hid behind it

In a way of defending myself
I cursed and yelled and kicked
So you wouldn't touch me

But I have failed
You get to me
Your words hurt

Everything ******* hurts
Even things you don't mean to do
They all hurt me

And even with my attempts
To stay strong
To be happy

**I have lost all control
Whatever
Kennedy Taylor Dec 2014
We all grow.
Your closest friends seem to be leaving.
Yes we were kids I know,
We could be what we were pretending.
Like astronauts, presidents,
super heroes, firemen.
Those were simple days
When we were kids just playing games.

But now...

Gold chains glow.
For some reason I’m still dreaming.
All the kids I know
Are needing something to believe in.
Money, drugs, ***, poverty,
Liquor stores, and partying.
If this isn’t the real world is this all just still a game?

And now...

Time moves slow.
It seems like I was only dreaming.
We’re not the kids I know.
It’s really hard to keep believing in
Truth, love, and honesty.
So drop the chains, let’s sail these seas.
We could write stories about what we have failed to be.
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