I have lost.
Count.
Or stopped.
Counting..
On others.
I exhale.
To dispell.
Hopeless.
Nights.
As i drag.
Heavy.
Feet.
To.
Ward.
The darkness.
I fall.
Tier after.
Tear.
To tare.
A.
way.
Sadly.
Division wins.
Again.

It's all on me that I'm a failure and nothing it's all on me my cousin learned to cut its all on me that I learned to cut this is not a poem I know it might not rhyme but I hate myself and I hate it all I hate how I love everything so much that I hate so much this is so not. A poem it is my life my parents always fight it's always my fault so I take it out on myself I'm a nobody who cuts I really don't want to but believe me I stopped it was pointless I think

Her life was so perfect she went to church and never sinned then her life got messed up again and again  she smokes and she drinks she Cutts and she thieves she has sinned a whole lot and where the hell was god she don't. Know or Believe her life was so sad and she wants to give up but she knows nobody gives a **** that her life is so messed up ...

She knew she used to cut she knew that It WAS wrong she knew she had no friends she knew she was a nobody she knew that taking her life would be stupid and that was not how she wanted to be remembered she wanted everyone to know how she felt she felt sad and depressed cause everyone hated her and made her feel like nothing she knew how they felt they felt hatred for her she wanted to die everyday going to school cause I'd all they would do is drown her In a pool she hid her wrist under a sleeve and took a blade to the bathroom she was stupid for cutting g bit it can't hurt it felt good she could take the pain out on herself she knew that they hated her and they knew she hated her and she knew she is a failure and a ***** up and that is not new

I have to ask
How's he better than me?
Why did you chose him,
Instead of me?

I don't want to know,
Cause it'll break my heart,
You won't say it,
And I won't mention it,
But we both know
He's better than me.

He's got something
You won't let go,
Something brighter
Something better

I have to ask,
Will you be mine again?

You reflected your pain but is was too much that it broke the mirror ,now we can't fix the pieces because there were too many.

Your heartstrings got played like a symphony but we never heard a sound because it faded once it reached our ears.

You try to explain but all we understand is venom ,you say it was a mistake but now you live in the mistake .

Your tides dragged you down you drowned before you could swim .....why angel? Asked the mirror we are all fools for trying not to listen.

I don't care who you are, if you judge people for a living then I recommend that you take a long good look at your life because if you are taking that time out of your life to criticize other people for being someone that they want to be then you need to fix yourself. Fix your mind set. Fix the way you see the world because who ever taught you that being yourself is wrong did not teach you right. I will not judge you for wanting to be a different gender. I will not judge you for your beliefs and religions. I will not judge you for the clothes you wear or the music you listen too so why the **** should you be able to judge me? I as so sick of being looked at and automatically labeled. If I wanted to be labeled then I would label myself.

I texted you one time, to ask if your sister was home.
You said, "Yup."
I asked if you could ask her to text me, since I don't have her number.
You said, "Sure."
I said, "Thanks."
That was the entire conversation between us.
It felt weird, sending you a text.
And your replies made me feel even worse.
It was obvious that you didn't care about hearing from me.
Besides, I asked you to do one thing, and you did nothing.
I got no text from your sister, nor did I get her number.
It's nice to know how much you care about me, your friend.
And more than that, you couldn't even text back "Hi" or "Hello".
If anything, you could've given me an honest answer, but you didn't.
I guess I won't be texting you for anything anymore.
Bye.