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shiv Aug 2018
because she would beg on her knees to a god she doesn't believe in,
because the sky could cave in and her world would go with it.
ok okay Jul 2018
I sit alone and wait for friends
These long tedious days never seem to end
I yearn for love, attention and bliss
Yet I dream of the day where I no longer exist

When I think of myself
I think life was a mistake
I think my life is a waste
And that God had poor taste

Why would he create someone as pathetic as me
A boy whose mind wanders about when there's nothing to see
A boy who can't concentrate on the simplest things
A boy who hates himself so much that he only feels pain
A boy who only sees light in the dark and the rain

If only the lonely had somewhere to be
Where they could be loved and held intimately
I hope for the day where i'm no longer lonely
Until then I will patiently wait for friends to join me
Heavy Hearted Jul 2018
sad boy;
what a pathetic
ploy
this is for my attention.
all you contrive
tastelessly
always lacks concession.

every word,
and image you fake
I reject, from my
possession,
for all you are
's worth less than this
effortless expression.

you see, my natural
creativity
surmounts your ****
impression
of the beauty of my work
and my powerful
transgression.
leave me alone
Nathan Jul 2018
In a time where I feel pain
Time slows still
I'm breaking

Minds grown numb and ache again
Time slows still
I'm breaking

Unrequited love, what a shame
Time slows still
I'm breaking

You fell for that guy who I disdain
Times ran out
I'm broken
Pali Jun 2018
#2
you are a burning forest
an event on every front page
but he’s a toddler
who can’t read the scenes
between
your
happening
Nyx Apr 2018
I'm walking through the days
Feeling nothing at all
I'm not sure how long ive been like this
I cant seem to recall

Its quite odd you see
As it doesnt bother me
Its just a void of nothing
Is it just being carefree?

I'm not hot
I'm not cold
I'm not sad
I'm not happy
I'm not depressed
I'm not broken


Its just nothing

I don't understand
How a person can be so empty
I smile and laugh, I cry and scream
I do all those normal things
And everyone believes
What good does that bring?
That I can put on a show
I'm like a robot learning human movements  
No matter what, there is room for improvement

I'm a shell of a person
A shadow of who I am
Am I meant to feel emotions
Am I meant to know who I am
Because its really quite odd
Learning all these actions
For everything thing that I do
Leads to human interactions

They say I am trustworthy
They say I am kind
They say that they know me
So why do they lie

You're the only one I trust
Thats not true
I won't tell anyone
Its obvious you will
You understand better then anyone
I really don't
I need you
No you don't
Stay with me
I'll do my best

I Love you
You're feeding me words laced with poison

The pain, the hurt, the happiness
The anger, the betrayal, the lies
But knowing everything
I still do nothing
I merely watch.
Tying my own hands
Securing them behind my back
I feel and see everything.
But these feelings are not mine

I'm lost within myself
I know no other life
I forget my own problems
By taking on someone else's life

So where are my own feelings?
Where are my problems?
Where are all the things that make me human?
For I have nothing, Nothing on my own
I'm just an empty void

I sold everything
For the need to be W A N T E D.
I'm myself but I'm not
This is who I am
I ignore my own problems by focusing on others
Its not healthy but its the way I work
I have been at it for so long that without it
I feel nothing, Nothing at all
All of this just because I wanted to feel needed and wanted by other people
Its pretty pathetic if you ask me
Ciel Apr 2018
Darling,
you wear your sadness so well.
I wish it would rain every day so I could constantly witness
the way your cheeks glow with the tears falling from your eyes
or the thunder of your voice as you sob through the night.
I love the way your brain tosses
and turns
and rummages
inside your skull
picking at old threads and littered notes.

I just hate cleaning up after a rampaging storm.
It's snowing in April
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