#nonpoem - Hello Poetry

Does anyone notice that I don't really have headaches? That I just blindly take these pills, wondering, as they slide down my throat, if they can possibly numb this dull pain inside my chest? Why is it even possible to be this unhappy? I don't think I've ever cried so many times a day; so many days in a row. My eyes are never dry anymore—I'm always on the verge of bursting into tears. Meanwhile, the teachers think I'm wearing sunglasses indoors just to be rebellious. It's a terrible feeling when you greet your parents and your mother ignores you. It's also a terrible feeling when you come home from hell (read: school) and she looks at you in disgust and even ignores your friend's "hello", forcing you to explain that it's not you she hates, it's me. I'm sorry. All this because you made one mistake. I should have died at birth. I wish I had. Perhaps then, I wouldn't be such a disappointment to everyone I come in contact with. Would it really be so bad if I killed myself? The thing is, I would make an effort to stay alive, but I'm just so ******* tired. I'm tired of all these tears, letting everyone down, being so insecure, being treated like complete **** and then being expected not to be fazed by it. I'm just ******* tired. I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired. And I'm hurt. Suicide could be the answer if I let it be. I just want peace.

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Apr 24, 2014

Apr 24, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC

dia

Dark Thoughts (Not A Poem)

Does anyone notice that I don't really have headaches? That I just blindly take these pills, wondering, as they slide down my throat, if they can possibly numb this dull pain inside my chest? Why is it even possible to be this unhappy? I don't think I've ever cried so many times a day; so many days in a row. My eyes are never dry anymore—I'm always on the verge of bursting into tears. Meanwhile, the teachers think I'm wearing sunglasses indoors just to be rebellious. It's a terrible feeling when you greet your parents and your mother ignores you. It's also a terrible feeling when you come home from hell (read: school) and she looks at you in disgust and even ignores your friend's "hello", forcing you to explain that it's not you she hates, it's me. I'm sorry. All this because you made one mistake. I should have died at birth. I wish I had. Perhaps then, I wouldn't be such a disappointment to everyone I come in contact with. Would it really be so bad if I killed myself? The thing is, I would make an effort to stay alive, but I'm just so ******* tired. I'm tired of all these tears, letting everyone down, being so insecure, being treated like complete **** and then being expected not to be fazed by it. I'm just ******* tired. I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired I'm tired. And I'm hurt. Suicide could be the answer if I let it be. I just want peace.

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I look up to the sky, and all I think about is you. It pains me when I see your name on my notifications or the photos I have of you on my Flickr or the photo pinned to my dresser or the notes you left in a tin of mint or the broken promise of a Bee Movie critique or the wedding in a small chapel in the boonies or the names we’ve made for our four [sic] kids or the thoughts— these ideas of a life together. Because it was you who broke my heart. It was you who left.

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Dec 26, 2017

Dec 26, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC

1ctv

Non-Poem No. 316

I look up to the sky, and all I think about is you. It pains me when I see your name on my notifications or the photos I have of you on my Flickr or the photo pinned to my dresser or the notes you left in a tin of mint or the broken promise of a Bee Movie critique or the wedding in a small chapel in the boonies or the names we’ve made for our four [sic] kids or the thoughts— these ideas of a life together. Because it was you who broke my heart. It was you who left.

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To reach beyond the stars in a restful headspace, Only to pull a guise over it when we begin to think again. We shelter ourselves in our pin point perception of reality, masking the reality as a dream to shroud out all questions that arise out of it. We cling to this world, for it is all we have ever known. If we let go of what we know for a moment, we begin to see reality for what it is, not how we perceive it to be.

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Aug 27, 2019

Aug 27, 2019 at 4:27 PM UTC

MisfitOfSociety

Eyes Can Only See So Far

To reach beyond the stars in a restful headspace, Only to pull a guise over it when we begin to think again. We shelter ourselves in our pin point perception of reality, masking the reality as a dream to shroud out all questions that arise out of it. We cling to this world, for it is all we have ever known. If we let go of what we know for a moment, we begin to see reality for what it is, not how we perceive it to be.

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yeah yeah yeah she really caught me said she rung be like an bell ding a ling ling ling that girl can really sing she never dropped me an line loves me always right on time yeah yeah yeah she caught me ? ... .. .

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Feb 10, 2018

Feb 10, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC

lashingstars

she caught me

yeah yeah yeah she really caught me said she rung be like an bell ding a ling ling ling that girl can really sing she never dropped me an line loves me always right on time yeah yeah yeah she caught me ? ... .. .

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