#sux - Hello Poetry

I will pray to a God who has never answered, Screaming just in case, because I thought I could find religion somewhere in your face

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Aug 26, 2021

Aug 26, 2021 at 4:06 AM UTC

skoda

Religion

I will pray to a God who has never answered, Screaming just in case, because I thought I could find religion somewhere in your face

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most cut others pop pills a few choke out but I... I write this is my way of handling it

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Jun 14, 2018

Jun 14, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

Roz_garden

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most cut others pop pills a few choke out but I... I write this is my way of handling it

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My tears have long dried my emotions were fried I just wanted to hide you shouldn't have lied it's been months since I cried three years since you died I was never your bride

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Jul 6, 2016

Jul 6, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC

crazy-daisy

Always a Bridesmaid

My tears have long dried my emotions were fried I just wanted to hide you shouldn't have lied it's been months since I cried three years since you died I was never your bride

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simply put: i feel like people hate me. it's this paranoia that i can't talk about with people because they won't understand. they won't understand the way my lungs feel like they're on fire, and the way that my throat feels tight as though a noose is wrapped around it. they won't understand the way i try to stay as quiet as possible, try not to make a peep. try not to cough, try not to sigh, not a peep. i am good at keeping quiet even though i am full of words. i don't speak because nobody cares enough to listen anyway. i wouldn't want to waste anyone else's time. simply put: i wish i was happy. simply put: i don't want to be the failure kid anymore. simply put: please help me.

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC

serotoninblood

simply put

simply put: i feel like people hate me. it's this paranoia that i can't talk about with people because they won't understand. they won't understand the way my lungs feel like they're on fire, and the way that my throat feels tight as though a noose is wrapped around it. they won't understand the way i try to stay as quiet as possible, try not to make a peep. try not to cough, try not to sigh, not a peep. i am good at keeping quiet even though i am full of words. i don't speak because nobody cares enough to listen anyway. i wouldn't want to waste anyone else's time. simply put: i wish i was happy. simply put: i don't want to be the failure kid anymore. simply put: please help me.

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the Bible says that hell is like a fiery oven. i believe that the Bible is wrong. hell is forgetting every single good moment you've ever had in your life and replacing it with every bad one. hell is never having a feeling for something at all. you can't see color. you can't smell. you can't feel. you lose touch with the things you once cherished. hell is watching the people you love suffer. hell is being able to do absolutely nothing about it. hell is feeling tired all the time, hell is looking at the bags under your eyes and saying, "today. today is the day i will sleep" and it never happening. hell is anxiety. hell is the shaking of your hands, the bouncing of your leg, the biting of your lip until you can taste the twang of metal in your mouth. hell is never being able to appease anyone. hell is never being able to appease yourself. hell is being known as the disappointment, the mistake, the never should have happened. hell is the depression. the white of the mental hospital walls. the barred windows. the tears down your mother's face. hell is writing sorry on the suicide note that led you there in the first place. hell is just not a fiery oven, hell is now, tomorrow, and every day after.

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Dec 8, 2015

Dec 8, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC

serotoninblood

this is hell

the Bible says that hell is like a fiery oven. i believe that the Bible is wrong. hell is forgetting every single good moment you've ever had in your life and replacing it with every bad one. hell is never having a feeling for something at all. you can't see color. you can't smell. you can't feel. you lose touch with the things you once cherished. hell is watching the people you love suffer. hell is being able to do absolutely nothing about it. hell is feeling tired all the time, hell is looking at the bags under your eyes and saying, "today. today is the day i will sleep" and it never happening. hell is anxiety. hell is the shaking of your hands, the bouncing of your leg, the biting of your lip until you can taste the twang of metal in your mouth. hell is never being able to appease anyone. hell is never being able to appease yourself. hell is being known as the disappointment, the mistake, the never should have happened. hell is the depression. the white of the mental hospital walls. the barred windows. the tears down your mother's face. hell is writing sorry on the suicide note that led you there in the first place. hell is just not a fiery oven, hell is now, tomorrow, and every day after.

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Hello Weakling You are nothing I won't discriminate I'm not fussy Anyone will do I will ravage your senses And destroy your mind Bit by painful bit I laugh in the face of your loved ones Mock your feeble attempts to evict me I will fool you I sleep dormant Then - I am reborn This time with more stamina I pick up the pace I will take you down before I disappear What are you going to do about it ?

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Jun 24, 2014

Jun 24, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC

joann-rolleston

Cancer says ...

Hello Weakling You are nothing I won't discriminate I'm not fussy Anyone will do I will ravage your senses And destroy your mind Bit by painful bit I laugh in the face of your loved ones Mock your feeble attempts to evict me I will fool you I sleep dormant Then - I am reborn This time with more stamina I pick up the pace I will take you down before I disappear What are you going to do about it ?

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