We degrade our planet
treating it like a stripper. Paying for every layer removed. Putting worthless paper in our last breaths. And when she is peeled, we will see the failure of our desires.. As we will be but a faint layer on her. Why did we think she wanted to be used like this. As we paid the last price
It pains me
to see someone being treated so poorly. Everyone should be treated even. After all, everyone has an opinion. Everyone has feelings and everyone has the right to keep on dreaming.
I speak to myself to get an agreement, to hear what I wish to, things I dont understand..
But I never wrote letters Never texted Never blinded I did try to hug myself I did try to comfort I did slap hard and stared at my response in the mirror.. I did hit the wall and whispered it hurts... I did think I could, I would and I should die.. But I did love me, myself and I
i taught you
that it is okay to treat me badly because i always accepted and accepted it hoping it wouldn't happen again but that was just showing you that you can do it again and again until there was nothing left of me and i hated hated myself for teaching you to treat me like i was nothing
You would hate me if I were like you,
making scars deeper than oceans. Treating me like I never knew, with no regard of my emotions.
You might see me as a stranger
But I won't stop seeing you As a friend... I'll still offer you a hand If you ever ask for help I'll still care about you Though you treat me like air And I'll smile at you Though you won't smile back at me... Your back might be turned against me And you might give me the cold shoulder But once a friend of me Means always a friend of me And that's a rule After which I live... So keep treating me cold I don't really care But you can't stop me from worrying About the people I hold dear And yes, even after all this mess You're still one of the people Which I care about... So though we might be back At being strangers And though we have hurt each other And that bridges have been burned Then I won't try To treat you differently...
I don't know what to say about this poem...
fear that someone might love me better- and that's why you're scared of everyone.
I don't see much in you anymore and the less love you give, the more I realize you're just an ******* not worth my time.
I am not a worthless *****.
Stop treating me like one. I am not an unsuccessful, lazy person. Stop treating me like one. I am not a snotty *****. Stop treating me like one. I am not a ****** know-it-all. Stop treating me like one.
Just let me die already. im sick of everything.
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