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Charlotte Ivy Jun 2020
Mirror mirror on the wall I’d give anything to be small.
Feeling like the hippopotamus waiting to be kissed by the prince. Are little girls supposed to hate themselves like this.
I want to lead, be a Princess a Queen? Someday I’ll be what the people demand of me.
Adjust the corset, tighter ... tighter. Stomach acid rises, my crown slips off.
I am slowly decaying, the Princess of rot.
Hunger May 2020
I had a meaning but now i am lost,
I must be unlucky that this thought my mind crossed,
I thought that i could sustain,
that which i cannot obtain,
And now i fell feel lost,
Lost Lost Double Heart Crossed,
Drowning in a river of dreams,
That sinking deep between the board's cracks and seams,
Lost, empty, pointless, and broken,
Ask me how i am feeling? Fine, enough spoken,
I am doing fine
FEELING
INTENSELY
NEGATIVE
EVERYDAY
But some reason i feel lost in every way,
What should have been a burden off my chest,
Is this constant feel of sorrow and unrest,
I brought somone into my life and made them my all,
I thought they would love me forever if i could stand tall,
But wearing stilts will never help those who are hard to love,
when you feel dead inside nothing can help you stand above,
The feelings that you are lost in,
The feelings deep within,
The feelings that grasped the mind heart and soul,
Only end up eating me Whole,
Save Our Ship,
Here's A Tip,
Don't have hopes for the things you cant have now,
Only hope that one day you can .
I fell in love with someone who is older than me and they broke it off till i get older and now i am stuck only thinking about them and crying that i am so young.
Steve Page Mar 2020
I'm a post-punk ginger goth
A freckled-faced banshee fan
Pale make-up matching my skin
I don't easily tan

I'm a post-punk ginger goth
They call me ginger-goth man
Taking my sunlight secondhand
Part of a bat cave clan

I'm a post-punk ginger goth
A Mary Shelley fan
The original goth had ginger hair
I continue as she began
Apparently Mary Shelley had ginger or strawberry blond hair.  Not very goth.
Stone Feb 2020
in the grave
going under
my mind starts to blunder
the shouting never rests
my body is shaking
the heart breaking apart
Stone Jan 2020
I think it's going to rain
when I die
my life doesn't even feel
like its mine
there's a crossed line
and it's fine
if I've already crossed it
I know that I've lost it
inspired by Alice in Chains "Rain When I Die"
Butterfly Nov 2019
I stare at the mirror one again.
They only seem to notice the empty face and the black clothes.
Part 3 of Stereotypes! If you want to check out the other parts, they're all on my page!
I really like making this serie, not gonna lie. And alot of people seem to like it too, it's making me really enthusiastic.
farthest star Oct 2019
What will release us from our own mortal folly?

a burn across our stricken cheek?

a sorrowful departure?

a gentle kiss?

Death himself.
Sorry my stuff's been pretty drab lately. I've been having a rough year but I really look forward to writing more wholesome pieces.
mal monson Sep 2019
just let me inside please
all i want is to see
your china cabinet of my memories

im bigger than i was before
none of you can hurt me
anymore
mal monson Sep 2019
gun to my head id still choose drugs over you
knife to my neck id still choose scars over you

im as stable as ive ever been and my rage will destroy you soon
mal monson Sep 2019
Blood strange to mine, I could get ready to stay dead
I would hate my father for ever having planted me
A tall bird hunched in cold weather
Wild out of the darkness, I knew that living was terrible
The reason for living was to get ready to stay dead
Fear was invented by someone who had never had the fear
Pride, who never had the pride
Love, he called it
My aloneness had been violated
Words are no good;
Just a shape to fill the lack;
Words don’t ever fit.
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