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Matt Hews Oct 2016
You're
    fat
      ugly
         stupid
             worthless

Suicide?
I think not.
*******
Who can blame someone for believing what they are told their whole life?
Devin Ortiz Sep 2016
I wish I could go Supernova
To explode
And burn up this crippling anxiety
The chest pumping
Immobilizing pressure
Weighing me down
what's the source
from sadness to finishing a paper
this is the most asked question
no one wants to hear the little things
no one cares about the small details that make the source so important
we all want to hear about the source
the big bang
they want to open you up and cut it out and tell you if you passed or not
they’ll critique your work and point out those flaws and still ask for the source
the source isn't what hurts
it’s what falls apart due to the build up
it’s what rips you apart from the inside out
it’s the strongest part
why can’t we focus on the build up
so i don't have to fall into this dark abyss that forces me to compare the source of my sadness to the struggles of citing a paper
so i won't have to think of everything I've ever done wrong when im asked what my sources were
who my sources were and how they helped to build my paper
the source only hurts when you poke at it
help me make them stop poking at it
you'll see how little the source matters
my words and my ability to use them to support my claim should be enough to choose whether i pass or fail not the ability to use someone else as my backbone
i should be my own backbone
grade that
Will I ever be good enough?
I keep finding flaws,
Keep comparing myself to others,
It's not the things that matter in life,
But I still obsess like crazy
Am I really that shallow...?

It's just too much pressure,
Too many selfies,
Too many models,
And too much makeup
Being yourself doesn't feel enough,
Being real feels like being wrong,
Being wrong feels scary,
But in this case, it's right to be wrong,
Because...

I don't want to be one of many,
I want to be one of a kind.
m i a Sep 2016
i remember
being pure and free
but it all stopped eventually
and slowly
,
society
reality
parents
teachers
peers
and more things begin to pressure me
,
but i guess
i should be thankful
for these things have
greatly changed me,
to the beautiful diamond i've
come to be.
i still don't know if they changed me in a good way or a bad way.
Jem Aug 2016
the seed
nestled in the safety
of the soil
enveloped by pressure
looks upward and hopes to grow

slowly
inching
further
the seed charts its course
each step
feeling the weight of earth
pressing downward

as it breaks
the green exposed
the world pushes back
"am i not supposed to see the surface?"
the seedling asks itself
confused and shamed
shunned
it retreats

it tries again
asking forgiveness for its persistence
minimizing its existence
struggling to fit into cracks already exposed
rather than forge them anew

slithering through
the path forces it farther away
it reaches the top
but here there's no sun

angry
the seedling wonders why
she must say sorry in order to grow
and that her dreams are cause for apologies
Lindsey Grace Jul 2016
I'll buy expensive things
shiny
sparkly
red
sensual things
for him
I will bite my lip
and hold my tongue
I  will paint my nails
I will cry when my thighs touch
and eat skip meals so
i can
look
T
H
I
S

B
I
G

for him
untag myself in ugly
memorable photos
and ya know what is really ******
I don't even know who he is yet.
Chameleon Jul 2016
I day dream about standing in front of a mirror and shaving all my hair off.
I can't stand looking at it anymore. I don't even like when it touches me.
And people would think I've gone crazy, and finally someone steps up to take care of me.
I get time off work, my bills are paid, debt gone, food in the fridge, medical marijuana.
And I just get to.. Heal.
Katherine Laslie Jul 2016
I can't get a single word out
Before everyone's problems flood over me
Overwhelm me
And drown me
I can't find the words to say
To make myself feel better
And it's hard
Because when I try
Nobody wants to listen

Every one else
Has problems
That are one thousand times worse
When I tell them my own
They don't listen
Not like the way I listen to them
Time and time again
They brush me aside
Don't ask me if I'm alright

People are selfish
You see
They only care about themselves
And don't bother with anyone else
It's the ones who suffer silently
That go off the edge
It's the ones who suffer indefinitely
That stick a bullet
In their head

The ones who are silent
The ones who are selfless
Speak little words
But are so broken
That they grow tired
Grow tired of waiting
For somebody to finally share
All the pain they've been facing
Grow tired of
the extra problems
That they finally
Cave
And commit the unredeemable
Act of sin
And cheat themselves of this life
And all it has to give
Mona Jul 2016
Lost in these venomous streets
Lights light up my sky,
I got  lost in the white clouds
It was a failure of mine eyes.

Walked through these streets different times
But they still seem foreign ,
I got lost trying
to reach the edge of the cliff
I fell off trying to catch  my own cloud
Got lost again trying to see beyond the horizon.

I reached the end with no prospects of tomorrow. Joined the hole in hopes of
Salvation,I got lost again in the fists of sin

Hopeless , life seems like an undying rose.
Am trying to survive but I am lost
Tell me how does one survive when everything is lost.
This world will never be sufficiently satisfying,but it will always be unfair and in that unfairness being lost is one of the privileges amongst many others.
Blessings
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