#pitty - Hello Poetry

These dreams of yours they are holding on to purpose. the lingering pain won't make you dream the same You cracked your life again you're struggling for oxygen sorrows that were never borrowed there is no hope for tomorrow

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 4:15 PM UTC

Lp_1993

Self-sabotage

These dreams of yours they are holding on to purpose. the lingering pain won't make you dream the same You cracked your life again you're struggling for oxygen sorrows that were never borrowed there is no hope for tomorrow

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They see only what i allow them, trapped beneath the shell of my existence only to disguise my person. walking along , head held high with a fearless smile, like a blind man to see inside me, they must read brail. My back and shoulders in posture with all self control as I only allow them to see my outer shell. Graceful poise, of confidence claiming pretend of a happy, healthy person ,. Why is it so that my eyes graze across a face of unfamiliar people yet I have the ability to see through their soul, I feel their pain and sense their sadness, yet they don't see mine .I'm made not of plastic and my flesh it bleeds, my body full of pain, I feel sadness as I have lost everything I ever had or wanted to gain. Behind that smile i wear on my face is a lost soul that cries rivers of tears , I hide it well for it's not pitty I seeks, but showing weakness in my own self would keep me from showing others that they can rise above. If nobody tried, took chances or cared what kind of shape would we be,. If it's been done once it can be done again if it hasnt, there's always the first. It only takes one person to set their problems aside and help others overcome theirs, who I am without making a sacrifice after all Look what our Lord sacrificed for you and me ..

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC

Kimmied1105

Loyal Disguise

They see only what i allow them, trapped beneath the shell of my existence only to disguise my person. walking along , head held high with a fearless smile, like a blind man to see inside me, they must read brail. My back and shoulders in posture with all self control as I only allow them to see my outer shell. Graceful poise, of confidence claiming pretend of a happy, healthy person ,. Why is it so that my eyes graze across a face of unfamiliar people yet I have the ability to see through their soul, I feel their pain and sense their sadness, yet they don't see mine .I'm made not of plastic and my flesh it bleeds, my body full of pain, I feel sadness as I have lost everything I ever had or wanted to gain. Behind that smile i wear on my face is a lost soul that cries rivers of tears , I hide it well for it's not pitty I seeks, but showing weakness in my own self would keep me from showing others that they can rise above. If nobody tried, took chances or cared what kind of shape would we be,. If it's been done once it can be done again if it hasnt, there's always the first. It only takes one person to set their problems aside and help others overcome theirs, who I am without making a sacrifice after all Look what our Lord sacrificed for you and me ..

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weeds now fill the space in my heart where roses once bloomed the bees no longer give me honey, all the sunflowers that gre from my mind exterminated by your pesticide my iris eyes are now petaless, they've all been cried you killed the flower garden i am now a wasteland of wilted weeds and broken memories.

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Oct 28, 2017

Oct 28, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC

frankierowl

the garden

weeds now fill the space in my heart where roses once bloomed the bees no longer give me honey, all the sunflowers that gre from my mind exterminated by your pesticide my iris eyes are now petaless, they've all been cried you killed the flower garden i am now a wasteland of wilted weeds and broken memories.

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By Arcassin Burnham You hate me but a....... You hate me but a....... You hate me but a cop just shot an innocent woman In her own home in front of her son, You hate me but another terrorist attack could happen anytime And you wouldn't know where to run, You hate me but at times we don't get more justice in the Courtrooms As we should, You hate me but at times we think everything is real when it's just a bunch of cardboard and wood, But you hate me, I was regularly God's Baby, When the physical did not wanna raise me, His knocked up baby mama grazed me... Out of the womb like a slave pealing out the grape seeds, Everyday is crazy, Like Hell over here smiling with the big teeth, You should have never let her go, Now she's smoking **** And giving away her virginity, To a boy that was only for the fling. Welcome to the world future daughter.

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Aug 16, 2016

Aug 16, 2016 at 9:31 AM UTC

arcassin-burnham

the next time you see me , you won't

By Arcassin Burnham You hate me but a....... You hate me but a....... You hate me but a cop just shot an innocent woman In her own home in front of her son, You hate me but another terrorist attack could happen anytime And you wouldn't know where to run, You hate me but at times we don't get more justice in the Courtrooms As we should, You hate me but at times we think everything is real when it's just a bunch of cardboard and wood, But you hate me, I was regularly God's Baby, When the physical did not wanna raise me, His knocked up baby mama grazed me... Out of the womb like a slave pealing out the grape seeds, Everyday is crazy, Like Hell over here smiling with the big teeth, You should have never let her go, Now she's smoking **** And giving away her virginity, To a boy that was only for the fling. Welcome to the world future daughter.

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You can tell alot about a man by the way he treats his dog and my dad just beat ours for doing puppy things

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Aug 2, 2016

Aug 2, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC

bleeding-diamonds

What i deal with

You can tell alot about a man by the way he treats his dog and my dad just beat ours for doing puppy things

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Pity, that's all that was. Faking it, just because. loneliness made me weak attention is all you seek why care about what you feel? When none of it has been real. Except getting me between the sheets And ******* me until you admit defeat (which coincidentally wasn't longer than 5 minutes) Thrive on being the one with power Leaving you without answers My walls made this Tower. Trust is something you misuse in your game just like me, a glass, once broken is never the same. I'm learning my lesson And sorry, but you will never win. What do you call a saint who knows how to sin? Oh I remember now... a liar a phony a crook try all of the above...

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May 1, 2016

May 1, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC

blackhat13

Doses & Mimosas

Pity, that's all that was. Faking it, just because. loneliness made me weak attention is all you seek why care about what you feel? When none of it has been real. Except getting me between the sheets And ******* me until you admit defeat (which coincidentally wasn't longer than 5 minutes) Thrive on being the one with power Leaving you without answers My walls made this Tower. Trust is something you misuse in your game just like me, a glass, once broken is never the same. I'm learning my lesson And sorry, but you will never win. What do you call a saint who knows how to sin? Oh I remember now... a liar a phony a crook try all of the above...

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I ******* my friend out. He got into my face Hit me with his notebook of sorrows. I told him my mind. I gave him What all of his decisions lead to. He deserved it... but why do I feel so guilty? He is a junior in high school, I am only but a freshman, And yet, I hold such power, his fear This cannot be understood He found that I am not scared to speak. But yet, I feel like such an *** Why am I like this? Others I know wouldn't give the situation another thought. So why am i? Truth is, I have no clue. I'm sorry Jordan

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Apr 27, 2016

Apr 27, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC

bleeding-diamonds

***** session

I ******* my friend out. He got into my face Hit me with his notebook of sorrows. I told him my mind. I gave him What all of his decisions lead to. He deserved it... but why do I feel so guilty? He is a junior in high school, I am only but a freshman, And yet, I hold such power, his fear This cannot be understood He found that I am not scared to speak. But yet, I feel like such an *** Why am I like this? Others I know wouldn't give the situation another thought. So why am i? Truth is, I have no clue. I'm sorry Jordan

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I'm looking in the mirrior. I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead. I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time. "No wonder you left" I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC

Secretpoet

Ugly

I'm looking in the mirrior. I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead. I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time. "No wonder you left" I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.

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I don't need sympathy, I don't need pitty I need some answer that are witty This darkness is about the here and now Problems seem to stalk and prowl I don't know what to do But to continue on till the day is through But every day new problems arise I lift my eyes up to the sky I want to stand infront of God's throne Whisper I know I'm nothing but a dog, but could you throw me a bone Instead of releasing the hounds of hell That come and munch on my fragile shell I march through the day like a war weary soldier Constantly looking over my shoulder As new problems hunt me down Throw me into the water watch me drown To tired to fight the current But here I am all burnt Thrown into the fire once again My soul will never mend God please today look kindly on me I've tried to look into the light to see But it's to dim I feel myself slipping and giving in

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Mar 29, 2016

Mar 29, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC

Pauline_Morris

I Need Answers

I don't need sympathy, I don't need pitty I need some answer that are witty This darkness is about the here and now Problems seem to stalk and prowl I don't know what to do But to continue on till the day is through But every day new problems arise I lift my eyes up to the sky I want to stand infront of God's throne Whisper I know I'm nothing but a dog, but could you throw me a bone Instead of releasing the hounds of hell That come and munch on my fragile shell I march through the day like a war weary soldier Constantly looking over my shoulder As new problems hunt me down Throw me into the water watch me drown To tired to fight the current But here I am all burnt Thrown into the fire once again My soul will never mend God please today look kindly on me I've tried to look into the light to see But it's to dim I feel myself slipping and giving in

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Now i'm here But where's here? What's here? Scary faces? Hacked up children? Death lingers here I'm sure... But what's this Oh It's just your mothers dead corpse How sweet This place they call earth But really it's really just hell But you on the other hand Are my life's work I'll never understand you Because you're human.

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Jan 30, 2016

Jan 30, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC

paul-r-hensley

Thought

Now i'm here But where's here? What's here? Scary faces? Hacked up children? Death lingers here I'm sure... But what's this Oh It's just your mothers dead corpse How sweet This place they call earth But really it's really just hell But you on the other hand Are my life's work I'll never understand you Because you're human.

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You hover in the space between heaven and hell praying that if there’s a god he lets you in. And your vain attempt at kissing darkness only gets you through this life with one foot in reality and the other foot in your grave. Darkness doesn’t promise anything except blurred edges and escaped time and there comes a point when pity doesn’t look pretty, even on you. So hold yourself to esteem higher than the lords, and pray that your ego will be the death of you.

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May 24, 2015

May 24, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC

graveyardtremors

Pity Doesn't Look Pretty

You hover in the space between heaven and hell praying that if there’s a god he lets you in. And your vain attempt at kissing darkness only gets you through this life with one foot in reality and the other foot in your grave. Darkness doesn’t promise anything except blurred edges and escaped time and there comes a point when pity doesn’t look pretty, even on you. So hold yourself to esteem higher than the lords, and pray that your ego will be the death of you.

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