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Rhianecdote Jan 2015
You realise that I can't help you.*
I've spent my time in the dark
over and over*
and adjusting eyes
can't cry tears for you,
they strive to stay open.

You reach out to me
but I beg you loosen your grasp.
I hold no secrets of how
to leave this place.
No map or direction as I run away
and the guilt it makes me
want to stay and help?

But what good would it do
any of us if I feel in resent
that you drag me back down
to a place I no longer want to be?

I stare back at you
and are confronted
with what used to be me!
That other person I wish
to be separated from,
the one I can't bear to see.

So I abandon you in a last ditch
attempt to save me;
all in the knowing that
in doing so I'm lost already...
They say that you're a product of the people you surround yourself with and that is very true of me. It just seems that all too often I come across people very much like me (prone) and all to often I have found myself in the predicament where help given is at my own expense, particularly if I'm in a bad place myself. I cannot help but feel that I am supposed to help them in some way though. It's almost been a compulsion since childhood as I cannot bear to see people feeling alone, in need of help and just walk on by. It may sound selfish but I'm coming to the realisation ( in my case any way) that I must look after myself for that is when one can be of the most help to others. It leaves me questioning myself and my motives for helping. If somehow by helping these people I hope to help myself, that I can somehow make something good from my bad experiences by passing on what I've learnt or if altruism actually does exist. It is in my nature to care and look after others and that will never change but being someone who finds it near on impossible to accept direct help I must also look after and help myself too even if that means putting myself first or accepting that I am not the person to be of help, which is a hard thing to do at times.

Do you relate?
s Jan 2015
Tonight something in my brain clicked.
I am affecting others lives.
Alot.
So instead of looking sad.
Instead of sitting alone in my room.
Instead of being addicted to myself..
I need to fake happy better.
I need to fake everything more.
I do enough damage to myself.
I don't want to do that to someone else.
A gear in my head..
Just clicked.
Now I know..
I need to forget myself.
I just hope someday he'll find someone to love him
Because I certainly won't
I'm cold
I just can't forgive him
Not again
Please handle with care we say
Please handle with care, Mr. Postman
I know you see that sticker all
day every day
But please handle with care
You don't understand our package is
important
We don't care about the rest
I know your numb Mr. Postman
But please
Handle with care
kennedy Dec 2014
I told you that night
When the temperature hovered
At 32 degrees Fahrenheit that
Girls like me don't have a god
We are the girls with
Dark cherry lips
Cigarette smiles
That get drugs for free
We break hearts
With no remorse
Vanity is our religion
Always made up for photographs
In thick makeup and black clothes
We worship our goddess Aphrodite
And she gives us the power to be
Invincible
Dana Kathleen Dec 2014
Initial reaction: open.
I’d do anything
to help you navigate
out of yourself.
Wrap you up, consume you, carry you
and your demons inside of me
until you are new again.
In that instant
squeezing so tight, in hopes
of putting all your pieces back together.
But that would take millions
of moments and we were only given one.

Processing reaction: closing.
Resorting to all I’ve ever known
helplessly watching from inside
locking myself behind the walls I build
to protect myself from harm, selfish.
Not wanting to lose what I’ve worked
so hard to construct.

Final reaction: I will not set
fire to myself
to keep you warm
but I will help you
find your own.
Five Fingers Dec 2014
In breaking my heart
you have forced me to learn
how to
live
without
you.


..

so let me live the way i choose
without you in my head
and hold on to the dignity i no longer feel
but can only wish
is still plastered over my face
as i walk by you
if i had my way i would avoid this forever. But in two weeks ill no longer have anywhere to run.
A C Leuavacant Dec 2014
Christmas
Such a ****** mess
Greed at your hand
And selfishness

drunk toothless death  
As you and ** and you **
But it's perfectly fine
under blankets of snow

Staring at lights
While I kick in the tree
Smashed glass on the floor
decorative glitter debris

And you give all you have
To those who can't eat
So you won't go to hell
When you're finally beat

So once every year
When God's looking down
Remember to give him a smile
and chip in half a crown

Because the rest of the time
Well, who gives a ****
They can make it alone
If they have their very own Christmas ham
Something a little Jolly and festive
Aspen Dec 2014
i hate when you don't respond
late at night and i know you're
getting much needed rest i'm
sorry for being so selfish and
needy but i don't think i've
ever been anything else
MST Dec 2014
I wake up every morning and think:
"I am a free man, I will do what I want.".
So I walk through my comfortable, three bedroom, two story home with a fully furnished basement, proper neighborhood and a good school.
I go eat breakfast with that stupid rabbit,
which is my favorite form of self- loathing,
Then I dress in my tightest jeans,
that my friend Tommy told me I needed.
I awkwardly shuffled to my car,
whose red color emphasizes my power,
at least thats what the salesman told me...
So I drive on these roads I payed for,
passing by the people whose lives don't exist,
to go to work and pay for:
The car which shows my success,
the jeans which makes me as attractive as success,
the cereal I drown my sorrows in,
and the house which lives my broken dreams.
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