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AndSoOn Jul 2015
She is alone in a life that was chosen for her
She tries to accept the consequences of her existence
He was alone before his eyes met hers
He tried hard to keep a correct distance

But what if, in another reality, they were meant to be
But what if, in their dreams, they dedicate their lives to them
But if only their together was not only a dream but a reality
But if only, in this ultimate reality, they could speak as a they

Life is unfair, most of the time, for infinite reasons
Alone is her only solution, even if he exists
He knows it, too well sometimes, for the same reasons
And alone she will be, even if she knows he is missed
I don't think I can take it  any more
Their screaming is tearing me apart
From the haven of my blanket fort
I hear them going at it again
Yet this futile fight I know who'll win.

My eyes shut tight
Hoping mum will finally be heard
Yet as the sobbing begins and the voices lower
My heart drags realizing
Dad bulldozed her heart again.

Thus I resume to act again
Like their dumb girl who didn't
Just wipe her tears away
And plaster on a cheesy grin.

The despairing girl whose heart yearns
To end all the acting
And confront the reason why
Her family is tearing apart

Whether it mends or breaks
The foolish acting would at least come to an **end
When you are breaking inside and can't speak out because it will ruin the perfect little family and because you would be seen as really immature! Just biding my time for now till I can be seen as an adult and talk to my parents but till then patience.......
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i think
the only fair thing
in this world
is to be unfair*

©IGMS
Mel Little Jul 2015
This place, with its cold white walls and it's sterile gray speckled floors.
The nurses take my mouth that cusses far too often as a sign I'm on some kind of drugs, I guess. When I answer the question about what kind of medicine I take they look at me with questions in their eyes when I say "none."
I know that the bruises on my body look bad. I'm malnourished, okay. I don't have time to eat. Need more potassium. I don't shoot up ****** or snort pills. I just take ibuprofen like a normal person.
My head is spinning. But not like normal. Like it's taking me twenty minutes to write this ******* poem. I feel like passing out.
And the doctor will see you now, at the cost of 1,000 dollars to sit in this dumb bed.
I hate our healthcare system.
Why do hospitals feel so much like your trapped in their walls? And so little like they're actually out to help you.
I'm all ****** up in the head.
Jasmin Jul 2015
We don't hate the world we see,
we only loathe the society where no one can flee.
Ask for a cup of hot tea,
they'd judge you for not drinking a coffee.
Simple things, they'd make it as serious issues;
Serious matters, they'd pretend it doesn't exist.
Unknown people will always be ignored,
everyone knows their hardships, but no one cared enough to end it.
The popular ones have had their sufferings too,
I'm asking, why only them get the sympathy?
Aren't we all pretty?
Dangle Jul 2015
Do you think life is unfair?
Do you think we are worth it?
Do you think there's still hope?
Yes.
No.
Who knows?

But maybe there's still hope
Maybe there's still star amidst the dark sky
Maybe there's still sun beyond the dark clouds
Maybe there's still a flower in spite of the winter
Or maybe, just maybe, we are too stuck up to notice everything
Maybe, we're  just too busy to notice that the rain had stopped falling

Perhaps, there's still hope

Perhaps, like flowers, we will bloom
Maybe not now, but a little bit soon
Perhaps, like stars, we'll bright again
So bright that we can no longer see the end
Perhaps we'll find the light that we're longing for
I don't know when, but I know it's worth the soar.
You might be in a dark place right now but sooner or later, you'll find the light. It seems like you won't but you will.
Belladonna Jun 2015
And I stood there
Surprised, at what he had just said.
He had failed to remember...
The Promise of fulfilling other promises.
Shadows of Night Jun 2015
I can't help but wonder
If I was made for something different
To influence someone else,
Instead of the people around me.

What if I was made for so much more
Than tearing others down.
But I just ended up
Born somewhere I wasn't meant to be.

I feel like I'm here on accident,
That the reason I don't fit in,
Is because I'm not supposed to.
I clash so much with others.

I'm fighting with myself,
And the situation I've been put in.
Frustrated, angry,
Wondering if it's fair.

If only I had been born where I was supposed to,
Miles away from here,
Interacting with different people,
To find my true potential.

Instead I'm stuck here,
In a life that I don't fit in,
Becoming a black sheep among the white,
The catalyst that makes things different.
JP Goss Jun 2015
Monosyllables to polysyllabic concerns:
A pittance for pity resenting the night
All is well, or not.
I am the same, though less than gratified;
I am your sexlessness and wandering bestfriend
Faithfully attent to the lovers’ fight
Between the hopes longer than a day,
And the stilted, crude truth
All wonderfully thumping behind plaster and stone
In that I can make my predictions,
Perhaps because I’m a part of that love
I’ve heard it before and watched it float off into space
A repeat has no better outcome,
But we’ll always be wondering their fissures
And openness, when I abandoned care too late;
Where was apathy when I needed it most?
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