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Too much, too little
I'm intelligent and kind
Two lies, two truths
When you bore me
I will leave you
annh Oct 27
Did she mean...did I see...did her veil part its gossamer filaments just for me?

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‘I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don't.’
- W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil
Lying on the cold kitchen floor
Tears streaming down her face
Her cheeks are burning worse than they ever have before
A twinge of pain in a hip rendered weak
A wave of depressive agony wipes over her face again
Screaming above her head, words that make no sense
Quotations around the pain her mother uses
A cold dragging stagger walk to a hospital all by herself.
eli Sep 10
sleep for 4 hours max.
forget to eat
pick up a new hobby
like smoking
or snorting

never cry in front of anyone
build your walls out of concrete
and barbed wire

never let anyone in
you will regret it

be insensitive
hurt the people around you
cause them pain

maybe they will leave you
before you leave them
Luiz Sep 6
without her
there is no meaning

I hope that meant something
sticks and stones can break my bones
but words will never hurt me.

the kicks and slaps can give me bruises,
but the laughs will never reach me.

now say it back.

glares and stares can break my heart
and the words will make me fall.

the sneers and jeers will push me down
and the laughs will throw up my walls.

no. that's not right. naughty girl.

the only pain is the ****** pain,
there is no pain in the heart.

yes there is, yes there is,
it's been there from the start.

sticks and stones can break my bones
as well as the words they throw.

the kicks and slaps can give be bruises
as well as the secrets the know.


don't tell your children that crying is wrong
for you are just making it worse.

we've broken our children right to the core
just with an "innocent" verse.
not my usual style, but needs to come out.
Your eyes are an inferno
I cant help but look away
Slow burning in my chest
It's not your gaze, but what you say

Your words set me on fire
Slowly hushing the embers
Charring what left inside
Pacing your slanders

Every tomorrow will rain
To wash away the ashes
But your words left a stain
And you still hold the matches
Sore souls heal from
the verdict of me
Just a little quote from a song/poem i wrote
people are mean to make themselves feel better and that's sad
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