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SM Jan 2015
I hate being told I am too nice because I feel like I am not sincere enough.
I hate being told I am quiet because on the inside, I'm screaming in agony.
I hate being told I am supportive because I feel I just bring everyone down.
I hate being told I am happy because I am holding back far too many tears.
I hate being told I am strong because I feel so weak.
I hate being told I am genuine because look at me... I try so hard but all I am is fake.

But worst of all, I hate being told I am loved because all I do is hate myself.

It's quite ironic, actually.
Anne Jan 2015
She  covered  her  ears  and  focused  on  her  deep  breathing. ­ The   sound  of  her  lungs  expanding  and  the  air  leaving  through­  her  clenched  teeth.  Trying  to  drown  out  the  sound  of  ­all  of  them  screaming.  The  vile  words  echoing  on  the  wo­oden  floors  of  the  house.  She  just  wanted  it  all  to  st­op.  So  she  kept  breathing,  surrounding  herself  with  the  ­sound  of  the  inhale,  exhale.  Inhale,  exhale.


Just

Keep

*B r e a t h i n g
The storms haven't stopped yet.
I think I think about thinking
More than I think I think about it
Elvie Libby Jan 2015
Working, working, working, working, working, writing,
working,
writing,
writing,
writing,
drinking,
eating,
wasting,
breathing,
crying,
screaming,
waiting,
dying.
There was no point to this other than to write something because everything feels trapped, so words are miniature escape routes as of the moment
Michael Ryan Jan 2015
I keep on running, but you have never seen me run
It's so easy to tell you that I can run
It's so easy to be able to share that I have scars
That my past is not a simple one
That if I were to show you my life
You would see the simplicity that I have lived
While amongst my time alone you would just see a sitting boy
But instead the boy was running, I was running
I've always been running
Although to you it seems to be a happy existence
One of ease and always being pleased
I've never struggled to get what I want
Constantly everything has been handed to me
With that I do everything with a half grin on my face
And a chuckle behind every word
To you, you see a boy that has it all so well
He talks too much
He walks to meet so many different people
That if he were to tell you about his day he would tell you about all the people
He would tell you about their smiles
But just like them
He wouldn't tell you everything he heard behind what they said
Because just like him they are running
Maybe they are not running as fast, but they are running nonetheless
I can tell because it feels like they are screaming it right at me
And it seems like no one can notice
As I am screaming the same thing right back at them
Because when I tell them that no one stays in my life that long
They don't realize or notice what I actually mean
That I am running
I am running
I am running
I am running
So much faster than anyone else possibly could
No one stays too long and with time I think that's more has to do with me than it does with them.  I am the tyrant that pushes and shoves and when it comes time to run I never stopped.
Louisa Coller Jan 2015
What even is the point of this? Honestly, look me in the eye and tell me.
You think this is fun do you? Ignoring my pain as if I’m nothing too?
I guess I’m not strong when it comes to words at all,
I stutter, I panic and I fear what comes out of my mouth.
Written words on paper and text that appears in front of me,
only can tell me the truth behind this artificial smile.
I’ve became a ghost of a girl, a girl who was somewhat beautiful.
Yet I saw none of the sweetness you had told me.
I don’t understand why I can’t see the positivity,
you scream at me and tell me, for **** sake, see ME.
I can’t bare screaming, the screeching within my heart.
You want me to love you, well honestly, ******* let me love you.
You broke my sweet self into millions of pieces, by forcing your opinions,
down my throat like poison.
You wanted me to smile at myself, then you should have gave me,
the reasons to form those smiles instead of screaming at me.
You want me to smile then I will carve it into my skin,
you can not force my emotions out of my heart.
You said you loved me dearly, yet you betrayed me.
You forced a drink down your throat with a party over me.
I thought you wanted to hold me tightly and kiss me too,
but when I discovered another was better, he left alongside you.
Hayley Jan 2015
This morning, I just wanted to sleep,
Instead,
I was violently woken by your voices

The worst kind of wake up call is
the one that teaches you that nothing
is ever going to change.

I've given up on trying to find a way out,
I've stopped believing I'm not alone
Yet,
I'm still surprised every. single. time.

I thought by now I'd be used to this,
I thought I was the King of Hatred
The Queen of Disappointment

Everytime she screams, or he screams, or
I scream
It hurts just as bad,
I still can feel the weight of my family's dysfunctional fuckery crushing me,
Soon,
I will be nothing at all.

But for now,
I get out of bed,
Look in the mirror,
And smile.

The fakeness of my family lives within me, too
Actually happened this morning.
My mom made me leave the house with her.
Haley Elizabeth Dec 2014
How loud did I have to scream to be seen?
As the dirt fills my lungs I forget what It feels like to breathe
I became a ghost searching for the light that never came.
Someone turn the lights out, I'm too tired to stay awake.
Savannah Jane Dec 2014
"you okay?"
"no, i'm close to tears,
i'm close to a breakdown,
an anxiety attack.
i'm exhausted.
i'm falling apart
so ******* quietly
that you can't hear.
I want to scream,
god, I just want you to know.
I just can't tell you."

"i'm kinda tired, that's all"
Kate Oct 2014
my whole body was screaming at me to go dance
in the rain
to let my skin get soaked
to let my clothes cling to my frame
i wanted to feel the wet leaves between my toes
i wanted my wet hair to cling together in certain places that would never cling together again,
to twirl around like i was a ballerina
or a lost little girl
finding something she has always been looking for
i simply wanted to let my body
be controlled by nature
and not by man
but as soon as i made up my mind
the rain had stopped
someday i will dance in the rain
and i will forget
everything.
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