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Belle Victoria Mar 2015
take me to a world where doors are open
a lovely little place where no one is bruised or broken
a destination where not a single soul feels alone or unwanted

wishing upon the stars was something I always did
it gave a feeling of safety because these dreams where mine
I wished for simple things like a hug or just to see you smile
I wished for a kiss and sometimes for a little more of that
but the most important thing I wished for was your company
because in my own little world you were all I cared about

today was the first day of spring
I could see the sun staying with us longer, shining bright
I asked myself the question when will I see you again
maybe this monday or maybe never, it kills me to not know
we got lost in time and space and there is no inbetween

water fell down from the sky
like the tears that fell down on the floor
everything started to go down and she knew
even her favorite band could not save her out of this
this girl who was so close to recovery got lost again
the darkness called her named, an empty hole of lonelines
the scars on her wrist were her sign of being alive

but in the end she didn't care about her broken things
everything always was and always will be about you
because this kid made her world more beautiful and worthy

and so she wished upon the stars ..
for one last time..
It was you that I adored.
Poetic Artiste Mar 2015
Am I not enough?
I'm treated like an unloved,
Avoided of touch.
Aura is a powerful thing.
Gwen Feb 2015
Trigger Warning:

I want to scrub my skin red and raw so I forget how it looked with the bruises you left on it.
I thought your eyes were lit with love for me,
but it was only lit with lust for my body.
When I said "No",
You heard "Yes"
You covered my mouth to mask my fears
and whispered "You want it" in my ear.

Three years later,
I walked around at night alone,
crossing city streets without looking for cars.
I ate less and smoked more,
Hoping someday the cigarettes would **** me.
Because I was already dead inside.

And just typing this my stomach is in knots,
Just like my hair was the day you left me by the road side.
And my hands are shaking,
Just like my legs where as I tried to walk back home that day.

I still flinch when a guy raises his hand around me,
and cringe when some guy makes a **** joke in class.
I still can't wear shorts without remembering how you got dirt on the ones I wore that day.
I am so hungry but this is eating me away
Jackeline Chacon Feb 2015
Baby clothes
With baby toys
Doctor says
   It's a boy!

Baby clothes
Little shoes
So very happy
Gateful news

Baby drama
Full of love
A baby boy
They dreamed of

It's Bryan ?
That's my name?
But I was born?
what a shame
      
It's a girl
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.
Cameron is real Feb 2015
We are the unwanted the ones who hid in the shade
We are the unwanted the few with a crimson glazed blade
We are the unwanted the left behind
We are the unwanted and we will no longer cry
We are the unwanted and today is are time
Here I made this enjoy or do t that's up to you
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.
Venice Williams Jan 2015
Alone, cold, and mislead
is what it feels like to be unwanted.

After a while the feelings are accepted,well actually any feeling.

Maybe this was planned maybe if I keep going I will see a light.

Through this darkness I will come.
Feelings of acceptance creep in, slowly, but they still come.

Laughter seems so far away, like it is foreign where I am.

Where is that I ask? Why does it even matter because I know what darkness feels like.

I know what being unwanted feels like.

Because no one can help me now. Now that I know what it feels like and what it means.

Now I know what it means to be

                                              Darkly Unwanted.
Autumn Whipple Jan 2015
the flash of a camera
is a tumultuous thing
a blink of light
a subtle ring
behind your eyes
as you blink in surprise
shying away
from the flash of a moment to stay
immortalized on the tiny screen
no guessing however unforeseen
you pull your cheeks
you face feels tight
only the smile you chose when you saw the white
in the blinding vortex
of a camera light
i hate hate hate taking pictures, but the automatic response seems to be a chipmunk smile that people need to learn to delete on sight. ugh it is so ugly.
stas Jan 2015
A part of you will always be hidden inside of the parts of me I can't help but hide and a part of me will always be hidden in the dark circles under your eyes, think of me next time you can't sleep at night.

A part of you will always be under my nails, from trying too hard to hold onto you for too long, a part of me will always be in the knots of your stomach, when you are nervous and your insides are overlapping, think of me.

A part of you will always be on my tongue, I've brushed my teeth until my gums bled but I can still taste you. A part of me will always be in the spot on your neck, next time she kisses it, think of me.

A part of you will always be hidden in the way I tap my leg when I can't think straight, because maybe if I tap enough, you will rewrite yourself into someone else's mind but that isn't the case and a part of me will always be in your knees, the ones that I can still make weak but you still have the nerve to say you don't want me.
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