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B Chapman Nov 2017
You've lost me so many times,
always pleading and tearful,
pulling me back in
with promises of change and love,
promise you never kept.

Rage and deceit bleed in your veins.
Break me and ridicule when I crack.
Laugh and lay on me all blame,
ego tearing through,
ripping our fragile world apart.

Pride and greed stained with jealousy
drilling me deeper into the ground.
Weep as you play our Ressurection.
'I'm worthy of more,'
someone whispers in my head.

Yet if that was true,
wouldn't I have recieved it?
If I was worthy
wouldn't someone have shown it?
I'll always be the perfect victim.
Britney Lyn Sep 2017
Last night you told me you loved me.
That's all I've wanted to hear for the last year.
But something seemed to come over me, and I panicked.
I wanted to believe those lovely words but my heart wouldn't let me.
Because I'm enough for the moment, but I'll never be enough truly.
I never am.
And I'm sorry i never will be...
Samantha Clark May 2016
They all say you're still young you have plenty of time.
They have no idea the things that always run through your mind.
They say stay in school that's the ticket for tomorrow. But now that school's all over you feel so full of sorrow.
What do you do when you have no clue.
Nothing seems to be sticking even after all this glue.
You look on so full of despair and a soul full of spite,
You've try a thousand times to get the pieces to fit just right.
Nothing is going how it should nothing fits at all. It seems like one dramatic, drawn out, fall.
All this hype they set such great expectations.
That all turns into debt, rejection, the need for a higher education.
The endless need of a higher education holds you back from your grate expectations
Tomlinsonsgun Oct 2015
No matter how hard
No matter how long
I'm never enough
I'm not strong

I try to be perfect
The cutest girl can be
But I'm not even close
They all are better than me
gravygod Aug 2015
waiting
for the right time
always wrong
always late
justifying
what you said
what you did
with who you are
was never enough
Melody Claire Aug 2015
The stars are always too bright
The sun too hot
Moon too dull
It's never good enough is it?
                                                What's your problem?
Life not out to get you
Jame Jun 2015
Isn’t it odd
for just a moment of time
you actually felt really special to someone;
you got closer unlike before, those idiotically laughs he gives you that your diaphragm starts to hurt and you cant barely breathe,
the one who fills your thoughts at 2am when you can’t sleep,
and the one who piles up your face with a smile day by day

you can talk for months straight, maybe even years
about everything and nothing
you can know more about each other
than anyone has even known before

but then one day
one of you decides it’s enough
and you stopped talking, your affection starts to lessen
and you stop trying
and it’s just over

no words to break it off
no heartfelt goodbyes
just a bunch of broken promises
and stories that will never find their endings

and it hits you; realized that you we’rent even special to that particular person
the one you cared about so much that you even almost forgot about yourself
an undesirable emotion approaches you
and a supposition of what you did was wrong
when you were just trying to hold onto them,
and show them how scared you were to be replaced for someone even much better than you
but sadly, they never bothered to look back

realizing that you weren’t good enough
for that someone
you were never good enough
for anyone
… and how quick you can go
from being everything
to nothing
Parker Callous Dec 2014
I miss the rain.
The heat these days is intolerable.
California is spoken of as a paradise,
But it’s splendor
Is wasted on me.
Truly, I am a fish out of water.

I used to miss the mountains.
The isolation back then was awful.
Hawaii is spoken of as a paradise,
But it’s wonders
Lost their luster to me.
Truly, I was a bird with clipped wings.

Someday I will miss the sun.
One day the clouds will be miserable.
Washington is spoken of as a paradise,
But it’s thunder,
Will cease to boom for me.
Truly, I will be a drowning daisy.
a gale Sep 2014
“You are my
greatest what if,”
she whispered

But **** it,
what if was never enough
to make her stay

What if was never enough
to make things right

What if was never enough
to make things work

What if was never enough
to keep her from letting go.

What if will never be enough

a. gale

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