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Sunny Beach Apr 2018
You:
How selfish could you be? Do you know that it hurts me? Look at all the people you left behind. All the pain that you caused. I have to deal with you killing yourself. I am sad. I could've have been there for you. How dare you take your own life and leave me? You had no right to do that to me.

Me:
I hear what you are saying but listen to me. The only thing I hear in your statements is me, me, me. You tell me I am selfish yet look at what you say. My death has nothing to do with you how selfish can YOU be. All the pain that I caused does not compare to mine. Nobody was there before. I was all alone. You were too busy to care to see how my eyes were hollow. Why be there now after I'm dead? My life was my life not yours to keep. I see your anger as guilt. Now how selfish can that be?
Just sick of people saying how selfish suicide is but the reasons they come up with is more selfish than someone wanting their pain to end.
Ezis Apr 2018
I think your women have to prove themselves
You make them work for it and you do not
You know they are hooked

So you only go with it when something new pushes you along
Like the fact that I like ***** heads songs
Or that I read poetry
Or that I smoke ****

It’s understandable you want us to have things in common
But why am I the one always making the effort to find those things

Is it selfish of me to keep with you
When I don’t think you’re in it fully
Because I am.

Our similarities are undeniable
Even to you
And that’s why I know when every once in a while
You see what I see and it pushes you along
Along to me
And I’m okay with that

Maybe we are both a little selfish but either way
as long as I have you, I’m okay
Aynjul Apr 2018
Since when is it okay
To feel indifferent
I've kept my heart away
And now my mental health is distant
I am lost.

And that use to be fun
But its gone too far..

Who have I become.
Imy
i got vapor for a soul
fleeting smoke, no remorse
i shiver at the sight of all
like my mouth chiselled
like my eyes drawn shut
blinds replaced by a wall
we are not humans here
we are abandoned homes
lost cities
twelve thousand feet under
sunken ships, skeleton hopes
we rejoice at the dark sky
thunder inside my bones
we are sad
we drink the fallen king’s wine
we are mad
mad
mad
mad
we call it victory.
i call it sweet release.
sometimes, to write for yourself is a must. write about what it feels like, and how it hurts. doesn't matter if they don't understand. they're not meant to know.
empty seas Mar 2018
While walking my dog
I passed by a dead frog
s q u i s h e d  f l a t
like the world had finally
fallen on it
I almost mistook it for a leaf
and jumped away at the last second
to not step on its disfigured body
more concerned about my shoes
and whether my dog wanted to eat it
then the frog's death
so I left it
on the road
not even bothering to bury it
or push it into the ditch
I didn't want to get my shoes *****
I would go back
but it's probably decayed by now
so I just sit in my regret
and how easily we dismiss
the little tragedies all around us
Ki Marie Mar 2018
Let me ignore the galaxies
forming inside of me
and focus on the star
exploding in you
vanessa ann Mar 2018
flatten your tongue
slip it between your teeth

n.

your little lips
forming an elipsis

o.

put them together
and may you declare
a word you’d so carefully deny—
no.

you spell it out
on table tops
shout it
from the rooftops

and when cursed hands
seek to defile your shrine
may you exclaim
"i am mine"
for my precious friends with hearts too soft to say no. may you be a little more selfish.
empty seas Mar 2018
What do your friends describe you as?

Annoying

”Close your mouth”
“Don’t say a word”
“Whatever you were going to say
doesn’t matter anyway”

These thoughts have run
through my head
around and around
for so many years
Hurtful words I took from
good people:
my friends

I talk too much
just won’t SHUT UP
even when I drill it my head
again and again
that people have left me
because I was too selfish
too open
too ready to tell a story
I just can’t stop
I just keep opening up
I hate myself for making this
pitiful poetry account
there’s nothing worse than
complaining to strangers

I’m sorry
I’m so sorry
I complain too much
I talk too much
I just can’t help it anymore
I want to be heard
and I’ve tried to be quiet for too long

so

I’m annoying
so ******* annoying
always has been
always will be
spilling words and emotions
at any chance I get
By now
everyone around me
just wants me to shut up
they say that they don’t
that like what I say
and conversations with me
are actually really fun

But

That’s what they all said before
I’m gonna regret posting this and complaining again. Look here, the annoying kid posting about her feelings again, what a surprise
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