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Lahela Apr 2016
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I just want a real love.
But I've been called a dreamer.

I just want to be the only ******* one. Is that bad?
Am I asking for something I can never have?

C'mon,
don't **** with me.
Lahela Apr 2016
Feels like love,
Tastes like everything you said you hated.
saryachan Apr 2016
The way I have lived my life
Does not justify the way I feel

Yet I have these feelings anyways
They haunt my head there everyday
Leaving me with nothing much to say

Complaining is a messy game

Been raised to swallow hardships
Still, remembering my privilege
I am so well aware of it,-
I probably shouldn't feel so ****.
nighttime thoughts
toots Apr 2016
When you're being paranoid,
and starts talking trash,

Everyone becomes sick of your *******.

Man, tell me..
do you really want all that attention?

Because it really shows that you're in a big
confusion..
jvk Mar 2016
Sometimes I wish I could
just puke up all these feelings
Squelch them under my foot
like the bugs they are.
I would scream into every
empty void if only to get a
voice to shout back.
I would cut open every heart
if only to take away the pain.
But feelings fade, and you
think after all you aren't insane,
until they come racing back again.
And you don't know if
you're quite done trying,
whether or not you should
rot into that dark place, and
finally accept your fate.
River Scott Mar 2016
i sit in my room
unpacking everything of my winter clothes
to begin to move out of the dorms for summer
and i have to stop

you can go months in your house safe
but after so long
your parents have to put you down
they have to remind you
that they don't believe in you

i cant help you
and i sit in my floor
on the verge of tears
because all i want to do
is remove the toxins
from your life
when your boyfriend has ****** parents, it gets to you some nights
Rafael S Lasala Mar 2016
Equinox reddens
halfhearted cheeks
Bites from which
palates are made sweet

Though cores forgotten,
For in solitude
redness' cheeks hold,
the cyanide that lingers,

Left to rot,
untouched,  
its bitterness untold.
Cyanide is a strong base
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
When life gets to hard
And everything feels charred
And this world gives you nothing but ****.......
........
Dung beetle it
Echoes Of A Mind Feb 2016
I tried to create a distance
I tried to stay away,
but then **** happened
and here I am again.

Falling down the rabbit-hole,
but still trying to climb up.
Fleeing from this feeling,
which people call love.

I don't want to fall,
my heart, I'll hide it away
so that nobody ever can touch
or reach it again.

My head tells me
that it's right to stay away,
but everything else inside me
screams "Don't let him get away!"

So a war is going on in my head
and I'm so confused
'Cause I'll have to choose
What the hell I am going to do.

So it really happened again.
This stupid ***** never learns
from her mistakes.
****...I think I fell in love again...
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
She must always be the center of attention
Loud as hell too, if I even need to mention
You know when she's around
She bellows like an old basset hound
When she's here she'll let you know
As picture after picture of herself she'll show
Always bragging on herself and her's
Like under your saddle a well placed bur
The same old stories over and over
She can talk anyone sober
I can only take her in a small dose
Not in walls that are close
In an open field, in case I need to bolt
Because I just can not cope
With the stream of ****
That spews from her lips
I'll run like a wild horse
It would be hard to follow my course
When I can't put up with her any longer
That attention seeking monger
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