#blocked - Hello Poetry

untitled he passioned his face into the winter desk through night window down shards and the impact cracked through the frozen lake firing out rounds of hurt dampened drum ice water dumbed un permitted to be bridled by work

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Apr 9

Apr 9, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC

neth-jones

to be bridled

untitled he passioned his face into the winter desk through night window down shards and the impact cracked through the frozen lake firing out rounds of hurt dampened drum ice water dumbed un permitted to be bridled by work

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"THRESHOLDS" — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS The app delivers a notification like a fortune cookie stuffed with malware – a tiny prophecy wrapped in a cheerful chime. “Someone viewed your profile.” “Someone blocked you.” “Someone unblocked you for reasons the system refuses to disclose.” It feels like living in a digital village where the town crier is a crow dropping spoilers from a power line. A greyed‑out circle appears – not a profile picture, but an eclipse of my social self‑esteem. A shadow where a face should be, a doorway where the light forgot to show up. A deleted comment flutters past like a bureaucratic ghost filing paperwork in the Ministry of Vanishing Things. And somewhere between “seen” and “not delivered,” my humanity is queued behind system updates and a spinning wheel that never quite decides what I deserve. Still, I refresh the page – not out of longing, but out of ritual, the way one checks whether a ghost has remembered its manners.

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Apr 8

Apr 8, 2026 at 12:16 PM UTC

VerseBuster

Tresholds: "The Algorithm Has Notes" (3)

"THRESHOLDS" — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS The app delivers a notification like a fortune cookie stuffed with malware – a tiny prophecy wrapped in a cheerful chime. “Someone viewed your profile.” “Someone blocked you.” “Someone unblocked you for reasons the system refuses to disclose.” It feels like living in a digital village where the town crier is a crow dropping spoilers from a power line. A greyed‑out circle appears – not a profile picture, but an eclipse of my social self‑esteem. A shadow where a face should be, a doorway where the light forgot to show up. A deleted comment flutters past like a bureaucratic ghost filing paperwork in the Ministry of Vanishing Things. And somewhere between “seen” and “not delivered,” my humanity is queued behind system updates and a spinning wheel that never quite decides what I deserve. Still, I refresh the page – not out of longing, but out of ritual, the way one checks whether a ghost has remembered its manners.

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"THRESHOLDS" — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS A notification flickers – not hers, but close enough to cast a thin blade of light across the room. Her name appears in a place she didn’t lock, a doorway left half‑shadowed, half‑open, as if someone stepped through and forgot to close it fully. I tap the screen. Nothing shifts. No message. Only the dim glow of a room where words once lived, now emptied, like dust floating in a beam of light. Elsewhere, I’m shut out – a greyed‑out profile that feels less like a wall and more like a corridor where the lights flicker but never go dark. Ambivalence hides in these thresholds: a like she notices, a silence she keeps, a window she closes only halfway. And I stand in the pause between her gestures, reading the static, the half‑signals, the candle‑thin meanings that waver but never settle. Learning to breathe in the shimmer between presence and absence, between what is shown and what is withheld. Because sometimes the truest part of a story is not the message sent, but the space where words dissolve like light through a half‑closed door.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 5:43 PM UTC

VerseBuster

Thresholds: "Ambivalence" (2)

"THRESHOLDS" — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS A notification flickers – not hers, but close enough to cast a thin blade of light across the room. Her name appears in a place she didn’t lock, a doorway left half‑shadowed, half‑open, as if someone stepped through and forgot to close it fully. I tap the screen. Nothing shifts. No message. Only the dim glow of a room where words once lived, now emptied, like dust floating in a beam of light. Elsewhere, I’m shut out – a greyed‑out profile that feels less like a wall and more like a corridor where the lights flicker but never go dark. Ambivalence hides in these thresholds: a like she notices, a silence she keeps, a window she closes only halfway. And I stand in the pause between her gestures, reading the static, the half‑signals, the candle‑thin meanings that waver but never settle. Learning to breathe in the shimmer between presence and absence, between what is shown and what is withheld. Because sometimes the truest part of a story is not the message sent, but the space where words dissolve like light through a half‑closed door.

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"THRESHOLDS" — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS I. Thresholds: “Blocked” (Revised version of a poem first published on March 15, now part of the cycle “Thresholds”.) Once we spoke in the open air of words. Questions travelled freely, laughter crossed the room like light moving without hesitation. Then a small door closed somewhere I could not see. No argument, no farewell – only silence, carefully arranged, as if someone folded it and placed it between us. Strange, how a single click can exile a voice, and stranger still how easily the world continues to speak without it. Yet somewhere beyond that narrow little gate conversation goes on – and the air is wider there, as if the light found another way through.

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Apr 7

Apr 7, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC

VerseBuster

Thresholds: "Blocked" (1)

"THRESHOLDS" — A CYCLE IN TWELVE PARTS I. Thresholds: “Blocked” (Revised version of a poem first published on March 15, now part of the cycle “Thresholds”.) Once we spoke in the open air of words. Questions travelled freely, laughter crossed the room like light moving without hesitation. Then a small door closed somewhere I could not see. No argument, no farewell – only silence, carefully arranged, as if someone folded it and placed it between us. Strange, how a single click can exile a voice, and stranger still how easily the world continues to speak without it. Yet somewhere beyond that narrow little gate conversation goes on – and the air is wider there, as if the light found another way through.

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Once we spoke in the open air of words. Questions travelled freely, laughter crossed the room. Then a small door closed somewhere I could not see. No argument, no farewell – only silence carefully arranged. Strange, how a single click can exile a voice, and stranger still how easily the world continues to speak without it. Yet somewhere beyond that narrow little gate conversation goes on – and the air is wider there.

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Mar 15

Mar 15, 2026 at 5:42 PM UTC

VerseBuster

Blocked

Once we spoke in the open air of words. Questions travelled freely, laughter crossed the room. Then a small door closed somewhere I could not see. No argument, no farewell – only silence carefully arranged. Strange, how a single click can exile a voice, and stranger still how easily the world continues to speak without it. Yet somewhere beyond that narrow little gate conversation goes on – and the air is wider there.

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You made me feel A world of hope Life seemed brighter When you gave me Butterflies. I gathered my courage just to seem like some "Sweet Girl" To you After all Our conversations meant nothing You blocked me. No Reason! Just to avoid the awkwardness Building up my hope Just to disappear without a trace Now all tears fall down the face As I'm deeply confused of what I did To make you block out my existence. I understand rejection It's so normal yet so painful I'm not mad you rejected me But why did you blocked me? I don't get it I'm exactly your type too! Abyssal black hair A face as pale as paper But I guess Something about me Must've pushed you away Weather it's because I'm in Marching Band Or that I religiously listen to Slipknot Or both I don't get what's wrong with me. But why should I care maybe because you left me confused Yet I'm so sick that I refuse To stop wondering Why you blocked me out When all I said was "Sorry for making this awkward". I've never got rejected So this really Hurts But I will get over it soon.

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Apr 30, 2025

Apr 30, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC

Lucretia

Left on Read, Then Erased

You made me feel A world of hope Life seemed brighter When you gave me Butterflies. I gathered my courage just to seem like some "Sweet Girl" To you After all Our conversations meant nothing You blocked me. No Reason! Just to avoid the awkwardness Building up my hope Just to disappear without a trace Now all tears fall down the face As I'm deeply confused of what I did To make you block out my existence. I understand rejection It's so normal yet so painful I'm not mad you rejected me But why did you blocked me? I don't get it I'm exactly your type too! Abyssal black hair A face as pale as paper But I guess Something about me Must've pushed you away Weather it's because I'm in Marching Band Or that I religiously listen to Slipknot Or both I don't get what's wrong with me. But why should I care maybe because you left me confused Yet I'm so sick that I refuse To stop wondering Why you blocked me out When all I said was "Sorry for making this awkward". I've never got rejected So this really Hurts But I will get over it soon.

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Blocked. And just like that, the world falls silent. But silence is never truly empty, something must fill the void. Teardrops splatter against the ground, streaming from weary eyes like rain on a metal rooftop. A rhythmic, sorrowful percussion. Ears ring, drowning out everything, even the hush of solitude. The quiet sobs of defeat escape, reluctant but unstoppable. I can’t bear it. Each passing minute winds me tighter into the spiral, every breath shallower than the last, as if a crushing weight is pressing down on my chest. My fingers claw at my face, pleading for the tears to stop, but they refuse, relentless, unyielding reminders. My hands curl into fists, nails digging deep into my palms, desperate to grasp a rope that is no longer there. I should get up, find something, anything, to anchor my restless mind. But no matter how hard I try, I am forced to listen. Forced to endure the consequences of my own undoing.

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Mar 13, 2025

Mar 13, 2025 at 6:00 AM UTC

MuaveJay

Silence

Blocked. And just like that, the world falls silent. But silence is never truly empty, something must fill the void. Teardrops splatter against the ground, streaming from weary eyes like rain on a metal rooftop. A rhythmic, sorrowful percussion. Ears ring, drowning out everything, even the hush of solitude. The quiet sobs of defeat escape, reluctant but unstoppable. I can’t bear it. Each passing minute winds me tighter into the spiral, every breath shallower than the last, as if a crushing weight is pressing down on my chest. My fingers claw at my face, pleading for the tears to stop, but they refuse, relentless, unyielding reminders. My hands curl into fists, nails digging deep into my palms, desperate to grasp a rope that is no longer there. I should get up, find something, anything, to anchor my restless mind. But no matter how hard I try, I am forced to listen. Forced to endure the consequences of my own undoing.

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Blocked. In that moment, it felt like the world was crashing down around me. I wondered if our paths would ever cross again, praying that maybe, just maybe, you might change your mind. Every connection to you vanished, leaving only the pictures behind. I’m not angry, not even a little. I understand that you feel this is the only way to find space. It’s your instinct to run, and it’s mine to chase, even if every path leads to a dead end. The silence of the room feels deafening now, no notifications, no sound of your voice, just my thoughts, growing louder by the second. Being without you is like gazing at a night sky lit only by the moon, the stars nowhere to fill the void. It’s like hearing your favorite song with missing lyrics, wanting to sing along, but it doesn’t feel right. I know you don’t need me here, but I want to be. I wanted to be your anchor in the fiercest storms, the ears that listened to every worry, the heart that healed with yours. Push me away, shut me out as many times as you need, just as long as you come back. My love for you transcends every wall, every barrier, every goodbye. Even if this truly is the last one, you’ll always have a place deep within my heart and soul. I’ve grown with you. And while I may not be the best version of myself, you’ve made me better. Your touch has healed pieces of me that I thought were irreparable, fragments broken by years of hurt and trauma. You deserve peace, happiness, and pride in who you are. Even if we never speak again, I hope one day you’ll see yourself the way I see you: extraordinary, strong, beautiful, and irreplaceable. I hope this isn’t the end as my love for you is eternal. Even when the candle burns out, its remnants can be molded into something lasting, something strong. And so will my love for you remain, shaping itself into eternity.

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Dec 3, 2024

Dec 3, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC

MuaveJay

Account Not Found

Blocked. In that moment, it felt like the world was crashing down around me. I wondered if our paths would ever cross again, praying that maybe, just maybe, you might change your mind. Every connection to you vanished, leaving only the pictures behind. I’m not angry, not even a little. I understand that you feel this is the only way to find space. It’s your instinct to run, and it’s mine to chase, even if every path leads to a dead end. The silence of the room feels deafening now, no notifications, no sound of your voice, just my thoughts, growing louder by the second. Being without you is like gazing at a night sky lit only by the moon, the stars nowhere to fill the void. It’s like hearing your favorite song with missing lyrics, wanting to sing along, but it doesn’t feel right. I know you don’t need me here, but I want to be. I wanted to be your anchor in the fiercest storms, the ears that listened to every worry, the heart that healed with yours. Push me away, shut me out as many times as you need, just as long as you come back. My love for you transcends every wall, every barrier, every goodbye. Even if this truly is the last one, you’ll always have a place deep within my heart and soul. I’ve grown with you. And while I may not be the best version of myself, you’ve made me better. Your touch has healed pieces of me that I thought were irreparable, fragments broken by years of hurt and trauma. You deserve peace, happiness, and pride in who you are. Even if we never speak again, I hope one day you’ll see yourself the way I see you: extraordinary, strong, beautiful, and irreplaceable. I hope this isn’t the end as my love for you is eternal. Even when the candle burns out, its remnants can be molded into something lasting, something strong. And so will my love for you remain, shaping itself into eternity.

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Cant ban me Page wont load All my views gone You must be democrat Cant even view my art Silent voices So important Posts blocked Posts regulated Typical from dumb I cant even move locations What did i do to you I been faithful Thanks for your time But like Where the boss at Fix my **** Im a viral poet

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Sep 13, 2024

Sep 13, 2024 at 4:39 PM UTC

ZACKAVELLI

"You Deleted Me" By: Z

Cant ban me Page wont load All my views gone You must be democrat Cant even view my art Silent voices So important Posts blocked Posts regulated Typical from dumb I cant even move locations What did i do to you I been faithful Thanks for your time But like Where the boss at Fix my **** Im a viral poet

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We lock things to keep them safe We lock them as plan B because at that time we feel unsafe around them

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Aug 17, 2024

Aug 17, 2024 at 5:15 AM UTC

maria-etre

B-locked

We lock things to keep them safe We lock them as plan B because at that time we feel unsafe around them

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A block in the mind A wall blocking all creativity A blockage interfering one's thoughts A writer of soul and passion A holder of the pen that creates A person with a unique way of combining words A blocked writer... ▪-▪

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Oct 17, 2022

Oct 17, 2022 at 10:25 PM UTC

Nisha729

Writer's Block

A block in the mind A wall blocking all creativity A blockage interfering one's thoughts A writer of soul and passion A holder of the pen that creates A person with a unique way of combining words A blocked writer... ▪-▪

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You're literally a psychopath For making me feel like that And thinking that it's ok And that I'm gonna forgive you I'm amazed at the audacity For thinking you'd do that to me And not feeling bad at all And thinking I'd still give you The time of day And not send you on your way Like you deserve Because consequences don't exist And in your head I know you're sick And maybe I feel bad for you And everything that we've been through But I'm telling you this is it You're gone, deleted, with one click

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Jul 5, 2022

Jul 5, 2022 at 12:04 AM UTC

Olivebird

Psychopath

You're literally a psychopath For making me feel like that And thinking that it's ok And that I'm gonna forgive you I'm amazed at the audacity For thinking you'd do that to me And not feeling bad at all And thinking I'd still give you The time of day And not send you on your way Like you deserve Because consequences don't exist And in your head I know you're sick And maybe I feel bad for you And everything that we've been through But I'm telling you this is it You're gone, deleted, with one click

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Out of dust we are, Which answers the question Of why I love the rain, Skin run along like sandpaper, Scratching and mostly unpleasant I have been made in the rough And the rough I have become But when the scent of rain comes I can’t help but let myself Become soft to its touch. Run along to make the feeling Of my skin more pleasant But why does it stop so suddenly? A month straight of rain And no sun Then all gone in an instant Letting the skin I let get soft Crack and bleed From the lack of your touch. Where did it go? Who thought it was okay To tell someone you loved them the day before, So they woke up the next Blocked.

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Jun 10, 2021

Jun 10, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC

Static_Heartbeats

Blocked

Out of dust we are, Which answers the question Of why I love the rain, Skin run along like sandpaper, Scratching and mostly unpleasant I have been made in the rough And the rough I have become But when the scent of rain comes I can’t help but let myself Become soft to its touch. Run along to make the feeling Of my skin more pleasant But why does it stop so suddenly? A month straight of rain And no sun Then all gone in an instant Letting the skin I let get soft Crack and bleed From the lack of your touch. Where did it go? Who thought it was okay To tell someone you loved them the day before, So they woke up the next Blocked.

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Did you have to Block me From achieving My only dream

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May 13, 2021

May 13, 2021 at 4:18 AM UTC

anotherflower

Did you?

Did you have to Block me From achieving My only dream

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hmmm hm hmmm you've left again, and truth be told it's best so don't tell me that you love me still that you just need to get some things in your head straight hmm hm hmm because you had your head on the entire time you just wanted to rest it for a while and I was your soft pillow a punching bag if you must you flipped me around when I was too hot you seem to always like me better when I'm cool my silence will always be reassuring the heat will make you nervous. hmm hm hmm I cope by talking so let me talk to people that are like you my ex exes. girls that have wanted me from the beginning, am I really that charming? I have three, four if you're counting the girl i sent nudes to last night i'm disgusting I should have kissed her in that bathroom, you know. i should have took advantage of the situation I don't like that you're the last person my lips tasted hmm hm hmmm running my fingers across the keyboard they dance in a rhythm only I can figure out I've got plans, a future, and a pack of cigarettes waiting for me at home I should have listened when people said to stay away from you I'm mad because you let me believe you when you said i love you because i always meant it i love you more, most, forever and always, that was the promise, the deal. I was supposed to be loved by you and you alone. and you for me. maybe you left hmm hm hmmm hm because you have other people that you want. but you'll never in your life find someone like me but maybe that's good because hell I know that i'm actually very toxic. manipulative. dramatic. draining i've heard it all before i'm too sensitive. these are truths i'll fix it. i'll get better. and you will too hmm hm hmmm i shouldn't still be writing about you. i've been broken for a while but it feels easier now. i can just pretend that you don't exist, that's easier for me that is how i have to cope now. after Justin, i thought i wouldn't love i should have focused on getting hurt again. i know that it's possible now. well sorta. after him, i went numb. hell. what am i ever talking about i guess what i'm meaning to say is we'll be a lot happier without each other at least we were long distance. you don't have to see me or hear me everyday. I have you blocked on social media for that reason. but i can't block your number i like knowing that you'll come back eventually. and if not knowing, then hoping when you find out what you've ****** up don't be textin' my phone i like you better when you leave me alone. hmm mhm hm

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Feb 1, 2021

Feb 1, 2021 at 4:02 PM UTC

SatansLittleStalker

Humming the Melody of a Tuba Quartet

hmmm hm hmmm you've left again, and truth be told it's best so don't tell me that you love me still that you just need to get some things in your head straight hmm hm hmm because you had your head on the entire time you just wanted to rest it for a while and I was your soft pillow a punching bag if you must you flipped me around when I was too hot you seem to always like me better when I'm cool my silence will always be reassuring the heat will make you nervous. hmm hm hmm I cope by talking so let me talk to people that are like you my ex exes. girls that have wanted me from the beginning, am I really that charming? I have three, four if you're counting the girl i sent nudes to last night i'm disgusting I should have kissed her in that bathroom, you know. i should have took advantage of the situation I don't like that you're the last person my lips tasted hmm hm hmmm running my fingers across the keyboard they dance in a rhythm only I can figure out I've got plans, a future, and a pack of cigarettes waiting for me at home I should have listened when people said to stay away from you I'm mad because you let me believe you when you said i love you because i always meant it i love you more, most, forever and always, that was the promise, the deal. I was supposed to be loved by you and you alone. and you for me. maybe you left hmm hm hmmm hm because you have other people that you want. but you'll never in your life find someone like me but maybe that's good because hell I know that i'm actually very toxic. manipulative. dramatic. draining i've heard it all before i'm too sensitive. these are truths i'll fix it. i'll get better. and you will too hmm hm hmmm i shouldn't still be writing about you. i've been broken for a while but it feels easier now. i can just pretend that you don't exist, that's easier for me that is how i have to cope now. after Justin, i thought i wouldn't love i should have focused on getting hurt again. i know that it's possible now. well sorta. after him, i went numb. hell. what am i ever talking about i guess what i'm meaning to say is we'll be a lot happier without each other at least we were long distance. you don't have to see me or hear me everyday. I have you blocked on social media for that reason. but i can't block your number i like knowing that you'll come back eventually. and if not knowing, then hoping when you find out what you've ****** up don't be textin' my phone i like you better when you leave me alone. hmm mhm hm

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Don't be shocked when A scornful mock Results in a block

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Dec 26, 2020

Dec 26, 2020 at 11:40 PM UTC

JosieIsOnAVacationFarAway

Blocked

Don't be shocked when A scornful mock Results in a block

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so. so what? it's like every ******* time that i need you you're desperate to leave. but god forbid i think of my own emotions once in a time of crisis. because ****** lord knows that whatever the **** i am doesn't ******* matter oh but you do J you're such a beautiful person you're so smart i love you. ******* ******** ******** what the **** nah. nah what the **** is wrong with you. you've had it happen before. so i ask for help, i tell you that i don't want to be here. so you leave me on opened and then the next day you're telling me telling me what? that you got MAD? you got MAD at me for it? tell me where that makes sense. you're mad because i wanted to die? are you ******** me? I WANTED TO DIE! I wanted to die! i wanted to die! and you're MAD? "it's not directed at you." I'm ******* mad. I'm ******* ****** I'm beyond hurt what the **** I'm so ******* tired of feeling alone. I'm so tired of being alone. I'm so tired of feeling this way. why do you keep leaving me alone why do you keep leaving me alone. please don't leave me alone. please answer why won't you ******* answer oh my god I'm not safe. why couldn't i have just succeeded? i can't even **** myself right I'm so tired of feeling like this. i wish it was more than just some extra time to sleep in. i wish it was forever. i could rest forever. i could sleep forever. forever forever forever. please answer the phone it's the feelings he gave me, i can do it i I CAN'T I JUST I just can't i just can't. god it it feels so good to cry. i don't want to stop. this ******* ***** yknow. the way this feels. i just want to scream. I'm blocking you. everywhere. you can't get me now. alone again. naturally.

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Nov 22, 2020

Nov 22, 2020 at 3:37 PM UTC

SatansLittleStalker

Just like the rest

so. so what? it's like every ******* time that i need you you're desperate to leave. but god forbid i think of my own emotions once in a time of crisis. because ****** lord knows that whatever the **** i am doesn't ******* matter oh but you do J you're such a beautiful person you're so smart i love you. ******* ******** ******** what the **** nah. nah what the **** is wrong with you. you've had it happen before. so i ask for help, i tell you that i don't want to be here. so you leave me on opened and then the next day you're telling me telling me what? that you got MAD? you got MAD at me for it? tell me where that makes sense. you're mad because i wanted to die? are you ******** me? I WANTED TO DIE! I wanted to die! i wanted to die! and you're MAD? "it's not directed at you." I'm ******* mad. I'm ******* ****** I'm beyond hurt what the **** I'm so ******* tired of feeling alone. I'm so tired of being alone. I'm so tired of feeling this way. why do you keep leaving me alone why do you keep leaving me alone. please don't leave me alone. please answer why won't you ******* answer oh my god I'm not safe. why couldn't i have just succeeded? i can't even **** myself right I'm so tired of feeling like this. i wish it was more than just some extra time to sleep in. i wish it was forever. i could rest forever. i could sleep forever. forever forever forever. please answer the phone it's the feelings he gave me, i can do it i I CAN'T I JUST I just can't i just can't. god it it feels so good to cry. i don't want to stop. this ******* ***** yknow. the way this feels. i just want to scream. I'm blocking you. everywhere. you can't get me now. alone again. naturally.

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you blocked me on social media i blocked you in my heart.

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Oct 27, 2020

Oct 27, 2020 at 8:22 AM UTC

schoolgirlcrush

#blocked

you blocked me on social media i blocked you in my heart.

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I am not in contact with my emotions they're distant to me and far away it's been centuries since we've met again ever since the night I let them be torn away I found out early that love holds you back so I cut off all association And now my faux emotions sparkle without any questioning Because everyone only sees my smile And it's not a cry out for help But instead, all that I sprout it for Is to display my independent self So there's no reason for me to have anyone Because I couldn't hold commitment. I can watch from afar easily As I decimate the shipments Because my heart yearns to travel to my mind and I painstakingly won't let it I did this one to myself and now I am secluded

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Apr 3, 2020

Apr 3, 2020 at 11:19 AM UTC

AutkaiJones

When I Stopped Feeling

I am not in contact with my emotions they're distant to me and far away it's been centuries since we've met again ever since the night I let them be torn away I found out early that love holds you back so I cut off all association And now my faux emotions sparkle without any questioning Because everyone only sees my smile And it's not a cry out for help But instead, all that I sprout it for Is to display my independent self So there's no reason for me to have anyone Because I couldn't hold commitment. I can watch from afar easily As I decimate the shipments Because my heart yearns to travel to my mind and I painstakingly won't let it I did this one to myself and now I am secluded

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The words mean nothing As I try to fill my writing full of emotion And nothing can lift me up Let alone drag me down There is nothing I can do To describe the meaningless words But write down some more Nothing has any meaning Not a single word It hurts me to say To bring myself to this grim truth But it hurts me to be here sitting next to you My meaningless words Are not just on paper But the garbled speech coming out of my mouth And I couldn't say anything to you Nothing at all But I was hoping to say just one thing I'm sorry for my meaningless words I'm sorry for everything I've done I wish that I never done anything at all

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Mar 5, 2020

Mar 5, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC

blackispoetic

Without Meaning

The words mean nothing As I try to fill my writing full of emotion And nothing can lift me up Let alone drag me down There is nothing I can do To describe the meaningless words But write down some more Nothing has any meaning Not a single word It hurts me to say To bring myself to this grim truth But it hurts me to be here sitting next to you My meaningless words Are not just on paper But the garbled speech coming out of my mouth And I couldn't say anything to you Nothing at all But I was hoping to say just one thing I'm sorry for my meaningless words I'm sorry for everything I've done I wish that I never done anything at all

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the days I feel my brain is blocked, I take a step back go for a walk. no phone needed through the neighborhood. searching for peace a quiet state of mind, finding ways to leave it behind.

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 11:45 PM UTC

zanesmithhh

pause

the days I feel my brain is blocked, I take a step back go for a walk. no phone needed through the neighborhood. searching for peace a quiet state of mind, finding ways to leave it behind.

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Blocked. Blocking the hope of a text message. A chance to even get in my head more. Closed. Closing the sheets in my room so I don’t get a glimpse of you. Down. Keeping my head down as I walk into the room. So that my eyes don’t “ironically” find you. Cold. The chills I get when I walk past you. Lies. The foundation of our “relationship”.

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Jul 26, 2019

Jul 26, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC

madine

Blocked

Blocked. Blocking the hope of a text message. A chance to even get in my head more. Closed. Closing the sheets in my room so I don’t get a glimpse of you. Down. Keeping my head down as I walk into the room. So that my eyes don’t “ironically” find you. Cold. The chills I get when I walk past you. Lies. The foundation of our “relationship”.

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