Another being,
fresh with blood.
Pale with dark black circles.
Fills my sight,
every rebirth of gold.
It's even there,
during its death.
Its subtle whispers,
telling of truths.
Truths I know,
in heart and betrayal.
Pester and fester,
poke if you will.
Not even time,
grays your message.
“I know”,
with force I scream.
“I know”,
I sing.
Look away at the wall,
“breath”.
Open my eyes,
there you are…
In your vile prison,
reflecting flawed detail.
Who are you?
the being in there.
Body Dysmorphic Disorder (BDD): Affects 1 in 50 people.
“You're an asshole”
She says to me on the phone
It looks like she's mad
She’s always so mad.
I went drinking again with my best friends
Instead of having movie night.
I guess I should feel ashamed.

“You're an asshole”
She says to me through text
It’s something I said?
She left me on read.
I think we're fighting again and she pretends
That everything’s alright.
I guess I have to play this game.

I’m an asshole
I know, I’ve heard it all before.
Everything’s my fault.
It’s always my fault.
She takes a look at my flaws and makes it cause
To mold me as she deems.
I’m not animal that she can tame.

She doesn’t seem to
Understand.
I didn’t mean to
Disappoint.
I'll never be who
She wants me to be.
It’s no use.
She can’t accept me,
She’s to blame.
Peace 3d
I looked for you to be perfect
& in return you seeked my perfection.
In this twist of twisted reflection in ourselves we rejected the truth..
By not acknowledging, we will forever be flawed.
We drifted like sand in the sea.
We lost ourselves in the abyss
& in this we lost,
the meaning of our youthful love.
Accepting, what's hard to face. The individuality parts of us all.
When I'm asking why
you love me
I'm really asking
why the wind blows

at this point.

The only answer
you couldn't explain;
How can your sun still shine
in the midst of my rain?
These unsaid things
are better off said,
because you forgave me
for everything but to you

I couldn't allow the same.

A patience for distress
I'll never understand;
A slow burning candle
in a sea of darkness..

My small light of hope

dancing in the wind.
How is this possible?
The one thing I can explain -
the reason you love me,
those answers must be the same.
Siri couldn't tell me either.
Sam Jul 4
I am not what they say I am,
I am not what they think I am,
I am not what they see as I am.
I am just who I am
and being
who I want.

Don't listen to them,
'Cause I'm not a killer.

I may have killed many people on my mind
But I couldn't do it.
In a matter of fact,
I did kill someone
and that person was me.

I died,
I died falling on the pavements
from a high expectation
they made.

I died,
I died 'cause I killed myself trying to lose track of regrets that still haunts me.

My flaws that I didn't even see and all the bad things that they point out on my life, it is the reason why they left me
and the reason why I killed myself.

...

I wanna die again, 'cause I'm afraid I could never escape my fears of falling into pieces when I see everyone left me.

So,



Before I trigger the gun














I hope there's no bullet.
It might be hard for you to be pressured with what people think of you but, there's still chances it could change so don't lose hope and don't kill your soul. Just live!
Amanda Jun 22
Face to face with fate
Fingers find flowing fire
Feelings fall far
Alliteration FTW!
kk Jun 21
Hi! My name is --
       Armpit fat hanging out from the strangulation of my push up bra,
       Unlovely love handles poorly clothed by leggings waistband,
       A zebra-striped, stretch-marked ass,
       Shoulder-length, untamed mane resting on weightlifter traps,
       Snub nose on a face as circular and flat as a waiter’s tray,
       Except for the hilly scar on the tip of my snout,
       Eye bags of a zombie risen from the bed,
       Juicy, voluminous, red Skittle zits,
       Accompanied by a mole like Marilyn’s
       (But this one ain’t so sexy),
       Four foot eleven and a half plus high heel calluses,
-- Katie for short.
But despite what I’m called,
Maybe we can get to know each other
A little better?
Now that you know my name, what's yours?
Ana Ehlana Jun 21
I’ve got scars on my heart
flaws on my skin
but I’ve got no hate in me
& a thousand regrets for my sins
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