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KISS Jul 2016
I hate how I'm
ugly
Stupid
useless
nobody
and yet I'm still
someone who is
living
and talking
and breathing
who should not be
breathing talking or
living
I wish I was nobody
but no matter what
I will still be a sombody who wants to be a nobody cause she
already is useless
and stupid I want to
have friends who
treat me really good
but no
I have a ****** up
group of friends.
that I love so much I can't stay away from
I hate that about me how I love everything I hate  so much sometimes I hear
people say how can someone so perfect
feel so Insecure as to scar her skin with cuts and burns as if her pain isn't haRd enough ... I hate me I hate everything about me I hate it all I'm very very ugly
I really do feel this way I know it might not make sense but yeah
Ginelle Jul 2016
through my tears
they cry,
for you.
i lost you a long time ago.
where do my tears think they are
going?
you never left me
Penthesilea Jul 2016
Our love was like a party. When it was over, when we were finally sober, we noticed that hollow feeling of just getting carried away. After all the music, dancing and small talks, we were left with the unpleasant reality. We were just in that moment. We were just having fun. Nothing serious; just a drunk stupid reckless decision.
It really did feel like a party. After all the fun and hype it was just in that moment. Only in that moment.
J Jul 2016
In school, I was always getting spoken to about the length of my sentences; I used semicolons more than anyone else my teacher had ever met and he always asked me why I didn't just end the sentence and begin again; I always told him that I was scared to end one if I wasn't sure it was finished yet; what if it wanted another chance? What if it was ready to start again? I wrote an essay in which the entire introduction was one long sentence, it went on for two pages and I had to rewrite it three times because it was not concise enough. I grew worried that I'd end up the same way the rest of my life; what if I was always too scared to end things because I wasn't sure if I would be able to start from scratch? What if I held on to one thing for too long and lost the chance of another one hatching and what if I never learned how to start fresh? I was always used to starting over, but it's different when you're older. You don't start over with the same white heart, you start over, carrying the bruises you got from fighting for years and you start over knowing that any move could be the one that ends your sentence and you start over knowing you're creating run-on after run on but you don't care as long as your words have somewhere safe to go; you don't care as long as they know they're welcome there, because god knows they weren't anywhere else.
Phia Jul 2016
How stupid of me.
To think that something good
Could stay and be mine.
How stupid of me
To think that I deserve to be loved,
How stupid of me to fall so hard
So fast.
Cause almost everything that falls
Breaks
Viseract Jul 2016
When you knock the side of your head,
Is anyone home?
Or is the only response
That dull echo?

As dull and as thick as the ******* who owns it
Buys his comments from others, yeah you loan it
You know it's ****** how I can't even be myself
In virtual reality without being picked on by someone else?!

Do I really threaten you by being an up-and-comer?
Do you run home to your basement, just to tell your mother?
******* your thumb and ******* cousins to forget your troubles
But it never works, I'm always here, you daft mother-******!

I'm a mother ******* ghost and I'mma haunt your soul
Turn stupidity to comedy and swallow it all whole
Make it fresh content, regardless of the consequence
Til you leave me alone, ******, and let me be myself!

You know nothing about me, do they call you Jon Snow?
You know nothing *****, so pack your bags and catch the last bus home
You're just embarrassing yourself, you're a laughing stock
Look at all the comments I made telling you to go **** yourself!

Do you see me now, huh? Am I what you expected?
That "woof *****" who by being himself got himself rejected?
Why can't you appreciate others man, and stop being your lack of brains' slave
And give this **** up before I contemplate digging your grave
Yeah, see what I mean? I'm just gonna keep turning it into content. You seem hell-bent on making me successful, and giving me more to write about.... as one poet to another, thanks! XD
sayona Jun 2016
love lies
and so did you.
i believed your lies
all the way through.
naive and gullible,
that i was.
all because of a stupid thing called love.
*sometimes i like to write about situations that i'm not necessarily going through at the moment*
kyle Shirley Jun 2016
Understand that she hurts too.
That she did it for the both of you not just to be selfish.
She just hides her pain better then you can observe.

Understand that you still have a chance
   but dont push.
Give her time
Let her heal
Her wounds are still fresh.

If she could see the potential
the potential you see in her,
she's already yours.
Go get'em tiger.
m i a Jun 2016
i didn't want you to leave,
it's just that my thoughts and anxiety,
got the best of me,
i begged you to stay in my mind,
but my mouth was saying otherwise,
i was yelling at you,
screaming lies,
but if you listened a bit harder,
you would have heard my heart's cries,
i really didn't want to let you go,
i guess
i just wanted you to know
.
i'm sorry, i love and miss you all very much. ♡
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