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Destiny C Jun 4
Don't feel so special

I've been abused,
Forcefully used,
Yet you think you can blow my fuse?
Don't feel so special.

I've hacked & sliced at my own skin,
Barely living,
So thin,
But you worry if you hurt my grin,
Don't feel so special.

You could have called me every bad name under the sun,
shot me with a gun.
But I've hurt me, more than you've ever could.
So don't feel so special.

I don't need closure,
Unless its from stitches,
Mending the pieces I've broke from myself.
But the damage you've done,
Is nothing I haven't done to myself.

So don't feel sorry.
Hold your tears of guilt upon a shelf.
They mean nothing to me,
But only for yourself.

So don't feel so special.
You are nothing but another person who dared to hurt me,
But only hurt themself.
Roland Jun 1
He showed up beaten and defeated,
A husk of a dream, used and discarded,
Orphan to the world and slave to its woes.

Who could love such a thing?
This rabid descendant of Adam and bearer of his sin,
Smelling of bile and **** and dried up tears.

He extended his arms as if reaching for the stars,
Only, stars don’t fall for dogs,
their warmth jealously guarded,
beneath a silky indigo cloth.

A stern and beautiful figure stood by the doorway,
clad in light and righteous vindication,
wearing the face of a goddess and brandishing her fury.

She looked down on that sorry scene
with sadden eyes and a love only she could understand.

To hold him then, would make Atlas twitch,
To look into his eyes would make martyrs cry,
To love him back would make even Christ sigh.
I made this after playing the game Disco Elysium, I was fascinated my the protagonist and his enslaving love towards his ex-wife
Roland May 28
Born free of sin in this stoneless land.
I’m forced to love people I can’t,
To make up for it I crucify myself each night.
Struck by the flail of my own mind,
Pierced by the spear of my own lies,
Hammering the nails to the beat of my heart.
I look up at that deep black sky,
But He is nowhere to be found.
Was I sent here just to die?
π™±πšžπš πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πšπš—β€™πš 𝚜𝚘 πš•πš’πšŽπš, 𝙸 πš˜πš—πš•πš’ πšœπšŠπš’πš πšπš˜πš˜πšπš‹πš’πšŽ.
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” πšπš’πš–πšŽ, πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚠𝚎 πš–πšŽπš
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ 𝚜𝚎𝚝 πšπš‘πš’πš—πšπšœ πš›πš’πšπš‘πš, πš“πšžπšœπš πš•πš’πš”πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚍𝚊𝚒 𝚠𝚎 πš–πšŽπš.

𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‘πš˜πš•πš πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŠπš—πš, 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‹πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› 𝚐𝚞𝚒
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš”πš’πšœπšœ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš•πš’πš™πšœ, 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‘πš˜πš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš’πšπš‘πš
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ 𝚜𝚎𝚎 πš’πš˜πšžπš› 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜, πš‘πš˜πš  πš‹πšŽπšŠπšžπšπš’πšπšžπš• πšπš‘πšŽπš’ πšŠπš›πšŽ
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš› 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒, β€œπ™Έ πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‹πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπš’πš›πš•β€
πš‚πš˜ πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πš’ πš‘πšŠπš—πš, πš•πšŽπšβ€™πšœ πšπš•πš’ 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒 πš‹πšŠπšŒπš” 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πš•πšŠπšŒπšŽ 𝚠𝚎 πš–πšŽπš.
At least I tried..
amorev writes May 13
Little divested flower,
Shameβ€” how you break with the peak of light.
A blossom they might think,
You're still a phony stick.
Is it guilt filling the scene?
Or is it just the sunbeam?
Elsie Greek May 8
Clearly it's snowing
In your heart.
You wish you thawed,
Still wish you to though.
The cold of it keeps
Glowed you up,
The smartest streak
Of such a generous
Remark is showing
The obsessive drift:
Repetitive at nothing,
Novelty at stake.
It's where you are,
Still drifting there
As though
In cycles of the dark.
I wish you knew,
Let's hope it still is not too late.
What is eating you? - Preoccupied society suggests cancellation to fix whoever may be ruined long before.
It’s the little things in life
Water, trees, and butterflies
That make me feel alive
It’s the little things in life
Warmth, love, and sunlight
That make me feel alive
It’s the little things in life
That make me want to survive
It’s all going to **** anyways,
So **** it all to hell.
Differing sins bicker amongst
Each other as to who shalt
Permanently shape me
After their ways and until
The end of my days.
Let thy ways oh Yahweh
Become my second nature
That I may breeze through
tempation with ease.
You watch me travel everyday
along tracks worn to the ground,
can’t carry this guilt any further
nor hear your birds' angry sounds.
Gotta draw a line through this country
no more stepping over finish lines,
love is not in question
only good and bad made crimes
love is not in question
I’m fine
that I can still say
today I’m fine.
Katie Mar 17
A smile can never survive
It's own self-awareness.

Bright colours fade over time.

Time is long behind me.
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