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Angelike Feb 2019
You don’t even care, so why should I?
All this hurt in the air, it’s like I’m not there
You always have these excuses and I never understand why

Why I’m still here
Eleanor Sinclair Feb 2019
All you had to do was stay
but instead you left
and took a piece of me away

every night and every day
I think of you
and weep as I begin to pray
im not whole enough to love
and be loved
in return
something short, been a while I know tbh I feel like im always doing this oh well.... ill try to be better
Amy Childers Feb 2019
We used to live in harmony
But your feelings...
Changed.
Once smooth and pure
Now rough and grimy.
We are both not the people we fell in love with.

Goodbye...
Hunger Jan 2019
I am done being alive,
i have no place here,
no reason to strive,
i am just a bird with a broken wing,
i just got no reason to sing,
so i guess its time to stop,
i guess its time to drop,
as my body slowly hits the floor,
and my mom opens the door,
she probably won't even shed a tear,
my friends wont miss me,
cause i was just as camouflaged as a tree,
a rope round my neck a bucket below my feet,
i eat one last final treat,
a true lass supper to appreciate,
i will hang like my soul has my entire life,
every moment was only strife.
Goodbye...
Amanda Francis Jan 2019
Loving you feels like the closest ill get to see the blue of a flame.

From the inside...
Perri Jan 2019
I miss being cold from my head to my soul;
I want to be ****** back in to the dark hole
I found comfort in for years.
I long for the feeling of lack of touch; hungry for the deprevation of human contact.
So please listen when
I wish to be ignored,
I pray to be unloved
and I beg to be forgotten.
Because that's where I feel
most at home.
Eleanor Sinclair Jan 2019
Anger brings out a side of people
Perhaps one that hasn’t been seen
But then again it’s useful
It makes the slate start clean

I have a motto now
I’ll live each day for me
I’m done trying to satisfy the thirsty man
And portraying what he wants me to be

Let’s be honest I should’ve seen this coming
After all he wasn’t mine
But God it shouldn’t of hurt like this
And I shouldn’t be silently crying
Locked up behind bars like a criminal; cut off from society.
It seems as though this little birdy has forgotten how to fly; for this cruel world has clipped its wings and stripped away all joy — claimed as a pet, chained to a tree, trapped in a cage for everyone to see. Leading life in solitude has become the norm, but this little birdy can't help but long for something more.
Bekah Jan 2019
Your love is the fruit
Of the poisonous tree
That Adam once
Took from Eve

Tell me how is it
I couldn't see
That you were slowly
Killing me

Your voice is euphoric,
You're a siren of the sea
I'm not sure how I didn't notice
The waves crashing deafeningly

Maybe I was too entraced
In the way you spoke
Of the all the things
That you loved the most

Maybe I was too desperately
Clinging onto the hope
That your love would be the cure
Not a lethal dose
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