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Estel May 26
I can hear the blade cutting into my soul
I wanna scream in pain
Why do I do this? I ask myself
But I don’t have the answer
Should've known I was too messed up for you
now look what I’ve done
All I can do
Is cut deeper and deeper
Watch the blood trickling down my leg
It’s everything I deserve
I’d cut myself from this earth
If I could
Raven Feels Jun 2
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, looks like far is better than the unknown:\


I rephrase I say again haunted by the devils
God is unfair sorting mindlessly things for innocent souls to rebel

why should I be in a no landing deprive ???
of a sunlight in a stream of shallows and happy cries

chains and chords struck my nights would
like a movie scene I want like a music video in snow-none should

guess core in me is blinded in tomorrow edged with rage
seems like I'm the one one hurting myself not them in that cage

belting on drums my heart writes it explodes
far from the cheers and the spotlight affection in the feels I showed

for a ****** serenity in hatred
I hope blood shedding no stays in me sacred

no November curses left to decay a fatal I
no tears left to shed tearing in time


                                                          ­                      ------ravenfeels
Leah Carr May 2
Look at me
What am I doing?
Agreeing to leave home
at age 14
Not part of a family anymore

Look at me
What am I doing?
Not trusted to make a single move
But trusts no-one
on the outside

Look at me
What am I doing?
Controlled and locked up
By a part of my own mind
I'm helpless
I can't fight you

Look at me
What am I doing?
Trying to figure out
Who I am
what I am
How long I have left...
Josie Stewart Apr 24
Why do I exist?
Why do I care?
Why do I love?
Why can't I stop?
Why can't I *****?
Why can't I scream?
Why am I soft?
Why am I odd?
Why am I here?

Why does everyone love me, when they can't stay?
Why won't I just go away?
I always take you in, any time that you are lost,
I’ve paid your bills, whatever they cost, now you leave me feeling, so alone, and lost.
I helped you out countless times, in many different ways, whenever you call, I am always there, any time of day,
now you have no feelings, for me in anyway.
I always did the right things, to satisfy your mind,
you couldn’t count the day’s, or hours I gave you in time,
why are you being so unkind.
You used my house so many times, when on the run, to hide,
I always welcomed you, and made you feel safe inside,
and now, you make up lies, about me, why?
Whenever, your heart was broken, I was the only one who cared, when you are sick, I am always there,
And now you show appreciation, leaving me alone in a stare.

                                                          Tom Maxwell 08/11/05
You Know someone Like this....
Dee Apr 18
The truth is difficult.
It's not this sweet release of freedom,
The weight on my chest remains,
Pressing deeper and burrowing,
Until I'm left gasping for air.
There is no sense of clarity,
Or a rainbow of revelations.
The truth is both hurtful and hurting.
It aches and festers,
Leaves scars that cannot be erased.
Can we not at last acknowledge,
That the truth is difficult.
cassandra Apr 18
your mind
like canvas
pure white
till you get hurt
and paint it
deep black
Why so much violence
Why can't we find peace
Why are you protesting
causing so much destruction
is that really better ?
Breaking windows
spraying hate upon
these walls
Your destroying
people's lives
your turning our
city into a ugly ****** up
mess
How does that get your message across ?
Grow the **** up
and look up protesting
see it's meaning are you reading the meaning ?
It's about using your voice and standing up
Your all acting like brats
hurting others
acting like bullies
that's not protesting
your not getting attention
Your getting us *******
I hope you get to feel the
damage your causing
You belong in a cell
Where you can't destroy
and steal and throw
temper tantrums
Where you can't spread
your ugliness
and we can find peace
and find our way ahead
It has to stop
your not proving anything
I know you must be stopped
it has to end
it's no longer about
race or hate
It's about adults who are
acting like children
You need to learn
the meaning
of protesting
You need to build others
up and help people see
there is a way forward
So stop just stop
We can handle this
You need to be taught
a lesson and karma
will handle you soon
I just hope sooner
not later
© Jennifer L DeLong 🦏
4/17/2021
JKirin Apr 11
In the night, I pretend to feel warmth
of your body and hands, big and strong,
wishing not to wake up, not to feel
this cold absence of you (too real).
I escape to the fantasy—
—stop,
loose myself in the ecstasy—
—don't!
Would you think of me less if you knew
that I wish to not see morning dew?
But the sun will come out anyway,
painting all of my dreams with cold grey...
After making another mistake,
I sit here, on our bed, wide awake.
Slender body beside is not yours.
I'm not fooled: It's not love – it's remorse.

Here, I crumble in this morning light,
feeling all the effects of last night.
He'll wake up and pick up all his stuff,
look at me and breathe out: "that's enough."
He will leave; there isn't much I can give
to him now, as your absence I grieve.
One day, maybe, I'll see him for him,
Embrace on purpose — not on a whim.
Would you deem me a cheat if I flee
to his arms and pretend to be free
from this loss, maybe learning to heal?
Would you blame me for wanting to feel
his—another man's—warmth in our bed
that hasn't been warm at all since you left?
about grief and loosing yourself in the arms of another man
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