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Would you be sad if I died right now?
Would you come to my service?
Feel anything past yourselfness?
Give my family your condolences?

What would you say?
Would it be:
"We come here to observe the death of a boy quite strange, with no real friends,
whose presence will soon be forgotten?"
Or nothing at all?

I thought the answer was obvious.
But,
obviously,
I was wrong.

Am I wrong?
Fake people never prosper in the real world. If you've dealt with this, know you're not alone.
NicoleRuth Jun 2016
"I can't relate to the people in my class"
"I've liked him for a long time"
'Why doesn't he love me?"
"He kissed me you know? On new years"
"I'm so glad you're my friend"
'Who needs boys when you can have bros for life?"
"You guys are my best friends"
"Im so glad you like him"
"When can I meet him?"
"Can I do the Penelope Cruz dance in front of him?"
"I heard what happened at the party"
"How could you be so selfish"
"I'm never getting the guy I like to meet you"
"You're such a *****"
"I'm so much hotter than you"
"We will always be bros"
"Don't worry you will find someone better"
"I'm so happy you like him!"
"He sounds wonderful"
"I met him on tinder!"
'He's so cool"
"Can I please meet him?"
"I really like him"
"You're okay right?"
"I told him you're my best friend and I could never hurt you"
"I'm in an open relationship with that other guy"
"I hope it doesn't affect mine and his relationship"
"We made out that day"
"He said I was the best he ever had"
"He isn't talking to me too"
"I don't care there are better fish out there"
"I knew you liked him alot"
"I was selfish"
"I didn't care"
"I was fascinated by him"
"I'm sorry"
"I'll never do it again"
"Why won't you answer my calls"
"You're humiliating me"
"You have no right to judge me"
"You're the last person who should have a problem with this"
"Stop making this an issue"
"I never judged you"
"I did nothing wrong"
"I don't care what you think"
"Please talk to me"
Misty Meadows May 2016
Honestly,
How could
Honesty
Ever possibly be the best
Policy
When complications
In democracies
Simply prove we disregard
Philosophies.

To disregard all
Philosophies
Is just another form of our
Self-oppression.
****** tongues spill
Atrocities,
And we disguise it as some sort of
Self-expression.

Are we self-expressed
Or are we fraudulent?
I heard that honesty is
All we crave and yearn.

But that's not the case
Because the truth can hurt.
Just watch honesty hit its
Path and burn.

And with the cash we earn
And clean air we kiss,
You would think we all
Are kinda feeling blessed.

We have reckless flesh
And lack small regrets
Yet expect nothing less
Than restful deaths.

And with restful deaths,
We have veins of steel
That are only melted by
The coldest flames.

And like the bread of life,
We do not share a slice,
Even though the end ensures
We give back grains.

So I suppose we're selfish,
In a sense sometimes.
Say, simply
Sincerely
Sinister.

We're here on earth
As just visitors, all
Sealing life with
Cheap signatures.
Christine Apr 2016
last night i wanted you to **** me
but now i want you to love me
another one for you. never can i promise i will stop writing about you. not until i'm over you.
i have this
bad habit
of thinking that
everyone's
depression is fake
other than mine.
Brent Kincaid Apr 2016
You rejected your children
Like they were not real men
Like they never had been
Born.
You were seldom with them
Dispatched so little wisdom
But yet plenty of criticism
And scorn.

It’s ten o’clock
Do you know
Where your children are?
Could you find them
By eleven o’clock
Even if you got into your car?

Your life was more important
Than any of your descendants
So they suffered the sentence
Of neglect.
They had to grow on their own
Because they were so alone
In a parental twilight zone,
No respect.

It’s ten o’clock
Do you know
Who your children are?
Did your parenting
Hurt them enough
To leave permanent scars?

Your partying mattered more.
What else is a person’s life for?
And nobody is keeping score
But the kid.
And if anyone should happen by
You can always makeup a lie
Just let them be fool enough to try
What we did.

It’s ten o’clock
Do you know
Where your children are?
Could you find them
By eleven o’clock
Even if you got into your car?
Vacuous vessel...
My happiness won't fill me...
Of course, yours will do.
We are this person.
Or, we know someone affected.
Or, we've been injured by this.
Or, we've at least heard of this before.

Someone who has wasted every opportunity at becoming their own person, so much so that they feed on everyone else.

Vampires aren't fiction.

Don't keep silent about this.
Seek help.
It's not a permanence, it's a choice.
It's not a death sentence, it's an opportunity.

If you're a vampire, choose life.
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