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EmVidar Feb 2019
2.5
I am not
OK
Today
it felt like a
VICE
around my throat
abandoned
by my mind
as the moments
crept in threatening
to take it all back
make me return
but I hate you
not for ending it
if anything that was
the greatest thing you
could have done
I hate you
because when I was
with you I was a
COWARD
and I wasted
too much time
trying to be
what you
WANTED
instead of
who
I
WAS
I wrote this poem to express a relationship that I thought was the answer. I gave up a lot to be in the relationship. Lost people who I thought cared about me. Even though I was angry and hurt, I've come to realize that it was a blessing in disguise as it showed me who really cared and how unhappy I really was
ItxNotTrixh Feb 2019
because your broken shards
only hurt everyone else
and sooner or later
theyre going to grow tired
of trying to piece you back together
Christina Feb 2019
you're smiling at me
is it pity?
it doesn't quite reach your eyes...

'they feel sorry for you'

you're laughing
is it real?
there is an edge to it...

'they don't find you funny'

you're telling me to be happy
but my voice is comming from your lips
"stop being sad, you're annoying when your sad"

'they want you to leave'

im doubting every expression you make
every word spoken turns against me
the world is no longer welcoming

'they are telling you what you already know'

"YOU DISSAPOINT ME"
"YOU NEVER LEARN"

'do it'

"WE DON"T NEED YOU"
"STOP BEING SAD"
"YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE SAD"

'do it'

"UGLY"
"FAT"
"STUPID"
"DEPRESSES"

'do it'

"IWILLNEVERLOVEYOUYOUWILLNEVERFITINALONELOOSERWHYCANTYOUJUST­BENORMALWHATISWRONGWITHYOUSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDJUSTGOAWAYWEAREBETTER­OFFWITHOUTYOU"

'DO IT'


























































sto­p
please
just stop






































but the words aren't yours

they're mine
Madisen Kuhn Feb 2019
keep me awake
i keep falling asleep

i keep forgetting 
that i have
fearfully crawled
into places filled
to the brim with
heartbeats and
suffocating heat
just to find myself
with dry palms
and a soft jaw
minutes later

i hold my tongue
only to cut it off
when i hate
the feeling of it
inside my mouth
and leave it for
him to hold
all pink and slimy
and frantic and cruel
and wonder
why it’s hard for him
to read my poetry

and every night
i lie my head
against the chest
of indifference
and swear that
i can hear the
lazy thump of
his affection
resting shallowly
below thin ribs

i am kept awake
through the
loneliness hours
considering
my own
self-inflicted
wounds
instead of dressing
the deep cut
we both share
Poetic T Feb 2019
Ignorance is blissful
      to those who see nothing.

But pick not the seed,
         but chop down the tree,

to feed there creation of
       Starving gratatude.
Anya Feb 2019
Hello,
Sweet Pity
I hate you
But you comfort me.

Don't feel bad
But show me you care.
Don't fear for me
But show me you're scared.

Don't pity me,
But do.
I don't,
But I need you.

I need to feel alive
I need to be cared for
I need to be dangerous
So life isn't a bore.

I scare myself
So be scared with me.
I put on a smile
But I'm not so free.

So don't pity me,
Don't pity my pain
Don't feel bad for me
Don't feel scared for me

But please do.
I need you to.
I struggle between wanting people to feel badly for me, and care for me, and wanting to put on a strong front when I don't feel my best.
Matt Sol Jan 2019
Demurring dreams
In solitude,
A feeling came.
It came too soon,
Concomitant
With feeling due.

Annex the black
To white to blue,
Diaphanous,
And dormant truths.
Convivial
To ones "forsooth".
WwWwWwWHWwWwWwW
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Fenixx Menefee Jan 2019
"I'm sorry." That singular phrase. I hate it, it makes me feel weak.
No one ever means it. They should give up and just not speak.
It's a habit of mine to say sorry for something I'm not sorry for.
I'm not sorry, not one bit. I hate that it is part of me, it's an eyesore.
Please stop my pity parties. I can't contain them, please help me.
I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry I'm the one making an apology.
I can't stop saying sorry. It's an essential part of my internal code.
It seems that I'm sorry is the only phrase my brain wants to upload.
I'm incredibly sorry and I don't really know why?
Maybe I'm apologizing for something useless that I identify?
I have many questions for my sorry brain, why am I sorry? What for?
I see this as a negative quality that no one will ever adore.
I keep saying sorry, I don't know how to stop it, please help me
I can't stop, help me get rid of this depressing and pitiful apology
I hate myself for feeling this weak, I'm definitely not strong
I hate that my feeling of strength always feels wrong.
I can't stand this feeling of being unwanted wherever I go
My tears say I'm sorry and they fall like glistening snow
I'm sorry that each time I say it, I start crying uncontrollably
I'm sorry that you can't really help me, it will go on inconsolably.
I will always be sorry, there's no changing that fact
I always apologize to people only when I'm feeling attacked
You can't help me in any way possible, I'm forever broken
No one can hear me scream because I will always be outspoken.
I'm an extremely apologetic person, so this poem portrays what I think each time I say that I'm sorry.
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