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Louisa Coller Jan 2015
I can’t bare this, it’s pathetic.
I know I shouldn’t say what comes to my head.
I hate it. I have to. Yet, look at me in this moment.
My lips are chapped and my eyes can’t take this,
my lips are drier than they have been before.
I feel sick again and probably karma,
coming back to bite me on the neck.
I feel the clock ticking away,
the time is going quick and it makes me sick.
I feel like crying for the time I’m wasting, please forgive me.
Please don’t forget me. I don’t want to be isolated in this world anymore.
spend too much time regretting decisions instead of making more.
My eyes are my weakness, they scream all the words I don’t want to say.
My lips are liars and my words are too. Don’t forgive them.
You suffered so much, it made me bleed too.
I wanted you to be happy, so please do.
If it means suffering, then I will disappear.
I can’t bare to see you happier without me, how selfish of me.
cait-cait Jan 2015
oh please, *******
and your opinion,
good deeds are selfish,
dont you know, so why
dont u spare me the kindness
of blessing me without
your words for a while,
just like i fail to do to you,
with everything u dont want
to hear,  
sorry i guess,
but if she can come off as bipolar,
so can you.
i wrote something different but i accidentally deleted it and wrote this instead. not really mad anymore just hurt, and i exaggerated a lot in case youre reading this. just listen before u preach maybe.
Vanessa Gonzalez Jan 2015
Don't you ever just get so irritated with everything and everyone?
Everyone's so caught up in the most worthless dumbest **** it annoys the hell out of me.
There are people out there going through real problems and they're over there mad because they haven't ****** a ***** in a while.
Or they haven't had they're hit yet.
Or theyre ***** as hell and can't seem to find someone to **** with.
Or theyre "failing" a class with a 95.
Its all this **** that ****** me off.
Stop being so selfish for once and look past the meaningless parts of being human.
They won't mean anything once you're dead.
Kaye B Anderson Jan 2015
Slowly drowning me
With your negativity.
Bringing me down
With your selfishness.
You sit there and wonder
Why your life has turned out the way it has.
Some things are understandably upsetting,
Others, terribly exaggerated.
You sit there and wonder what your life has become,
Though yet you do nothing to make it better.
Your words burn the hearts of others,
Though you expect forgiveness a moment later.
Boasting about what could have been,
What you have missed out on,
Blaming others for your own mistakes.
You expect all those around you to forgive your piercing murmurs,
That become more than just background noise,
More like spiteful parodies,
As you laugh with yourself
Lost in your negativity.
Breaking those around you,
Losing others along the way,
I won't be able to take it for much longer,
Can't stand your negative ways.
Amanda J Jan 2015
all you
its always been about you
i lost myself along the way
im miserable and hurt
we both are
but i cant always think of fixing you
whos going to fix me?
i need to think of myself.
just this once
about me
I just want to think about what I want for once
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
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