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I feel so lonely, like I'm not even supposed to be here.
I'm in the background of every photo.
No-one ever replies to me, and when they do it's only a basic one word answer.
I try to be happy but I get treated like I'm just everyone's plaything, only there when they need help, or feel lonely themselves.

My heart hurts, I just want to cry.
I want to be gone from this, but I don't want to die.
Technology doesn't work properly when I try to use it.
Girls that I like don't even bother, the only girls that do, are the girls that I'm not attracted to.

And I hate writing sad things, but I need to find a way to get it out.
I know I'll still feel lonely but maybe, just maybe, someone will tell me that they are going through the same....

I'm lonely and I'm sorry.
M Cannon Feb 2015
Just because you are addicted to drugs,
Doesn't mean I wasn't 4.
Doesn't mean she wasn't 2.
But it does mean that I was forced to be a mother.

Because you weren't around,
Meant I had no mother.
Meant I was a terrified little girl.
Meant, at 4 years old, I was her mommy.

Just because you are here now,
Doesn't mean that i love you anymore.
Doesn't mean that you deserve her love.
Doesn't mean that you are a mother to me.

But out of all these things that have happened,
you have proven to me one thing.

*"Your'e no daughter of mine, just a wanna be trying to take my place."
Again, my story.
Thank you.
Sam Edwards Feb 2015
Unworthy.
Unwanted. Unloved.
I am human, yes. But I am not a person.
A person is someone. I am no one.
I am as significant as a grain of salt in the sea.
As missed as the first rain drop of the flood.
My own government has told me I am insignificant.
Unworthy of the protection given to my kin.
All because of who I am within.
I am not a person.
I am a sin.
A disease to be executed. Before I can infect.
A human with a defect.
I am unbeknownst to my brothers.
Walking up and down steps a stranger.
My true feelings unwanted.
I am needed for my smile,
Giving others sun, while drowning in denial.
So unloved that my own parents sit in silence.
Saying they don't want to hurt me,
While their unsounding words scathe deep.
Feelings as unexplored as fathoms,
forced to only steep.
Unprepared for the world,
Undecided in who I am,
Unwilling to admit, that I am unhappy.
I am an unperson. I do not matter.
Sitting alone, while my whole world is untethered.
I am unwelcome to this place, and to my mind.
Forced to leave unexpressed,
As my sanity is undefined.
janie Feb 2015
What if I say my heart is broken?
Would you be there?
What if i say my chest is cut open?
Would you wipe away my tears?
What if i say im no longer fixable?
Would you at least try?
What if i say im no longer breakable?
Would you know im about to die?
What if i killed myself tomorrow?
Would you accept that im dead?
Would you feel any sorrow,
As i lay on my death bed?
Echo Feb 2015
There's always that one guy,
That no matter what, you can never let go of him.
At nights, you're dreaming of the "impossible" day,
When all he sees is you.
And you can't help but fall for him,
Everytime you greet him.
You were always by his side.
Yet sadly, he saw you as just a friend.
One day you see him talking to her,
And you just shrug it off.
But then you notice the feelings between the two,
Intensify by the day.
And all you are,
Is an unloved stray.
Mari Anjelyn Jan 2015
Unloved* and undesired
Felt like the universe conspired
Unfocused and uninspired
Tell me, will I ever get tired?
Peter Simon Jan 2015
He sat across the extent,
On the wide room floor

She just curled up on bed,
As if he didn’t exist


He wanted to speak,
But no words came out

Her eyes started to leak,
Although she didn’t dare wipe it up


He stood and walked to the door
With hesitance, he almost fell

She wanted to stop him
As she heard the **** turned


He waited for her,
To ask him to stop

But she didn’t
Her conceit was too high


Nobody spoke
He left
She wept
**

If sorries were that easy to say
Then maybe, they both stayed
Mari Anjelyn Jan 2015
Chasing* person after person
For a very wrong reason
Throws you into a trap-like prison
Filled with lies, a personal treason
Gwen Jan 2015
I was taught to believe that your body meant nothing.
So I gave every part of it to people I never cared about.
I let their hands wander
I let them do whatever.

In a way I liked feeling wanted,
Even if it was only for 20 minutes in the back of a car
Or rushed before parents came home.

I was content with being used
I was content with being temporary

But deep down,
All I wanted was to be loved.

I wanted someone to want more for more than my body,
To tell me they loved me,
Rather than they lusted for me.

I gave up on being loved,
Accepting that I was just a toy
That I was only worth my body

Till someone came along
They told me they loved me
They told me they cared about me
They meant every word they said

They kissed me softly
And touched me with the lights on
We held hands
And we fell in love
Sorry if this is horrific and too long
Unknwn Dec 2014
Us
Stopping life without you
Replaying memories of us two
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