#ventpoem - Hello Poetry

I suspect, that my essence was never meant for such love. all along, all alone. and thus I remain.

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Jan 12, 2020

Jan 12, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC

Unwinded

suspect

I suspect, that my essence was never meant for such love. all along, all alone. and thus I remain.

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Kms means **** myself Except it doesn't It means this ***** So when I say kms Just know that I'm suffering But I don't actually wanna die Because when I do I keep it in And it'll go away Cms That's an acronym I'd use It means cut myself And when I say that I actually mean it Like now Or 2 nights ago Or 2 weeks ago Each time a new spot But a spot no one can see My hips My stomach The skin under my ***** It's a habit I can't break An addiction I can't go to rehab for I'm fine I promise.

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Dec 12, 2018

Dec 12, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC

rxppedpxges

Acronyms

Kms means **** myself Except it doesn't It means this ***** So when I say kms Just know that I'm suffering But I don't actually wanna die Because when I do I keep it in And it'll go away Cms That's an acronym I'd use It means cut myself And when I say that I actually mean it Like now Or 2 nights ago Or 2 weeks ago Each time a new spot But a spot no one can see My hips My stomach The skin under my ***** It's a habit I can't break An addiction I can't go to rehab for I'm fine I promise.

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Sometimes I wonder Why can't you change Why are you the way you are The size Height Weight Even what's on the inside Can't you change To fit my wants and needs I should know what's best for me Right? You gave me a brain To make that decision Right? If I hurt you It's for a reason And the reason is your fault For not making me as pretty As I am on the inside Or not giving me the weight That goes with my height That you also chose for me A letter To my body I hate you.

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Aug 10, 2018

Aug 10, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC

rxppedpxges

A Letter

Sometimes I wonder Why can't you change Why are you the way you are The size Height Weight Even what's on the inside Can't you change To fit my wants and needs I should know what's best for me Right? You gave me a brain To make that decision Right? If I hurt you It's for a reason And the reason is your fault For not making me as pretty As I am on the inside Or not giving me the weight That goes with my height That you also chose for me A letter To my body I hate you.

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i feel the pain of judgement, i feel the burning eyes of the "normals", i feel abandoned, i feel as if no one likes me, as if I just don't belong, i have a few friends and that's all, i'm the ****** homeschooled and apparently homeschoolers have no friends, that's what they all think, i miss my home, my friends, my old life, i hate technology sometimes! it's a wall between real people, even with "friends" people are on their phones talking to people they aren't with! they don't talk with the people that are standing right there!! why can't this generation be different? why can't we all just talk, really, really talk, i want this so badly, i've been on the outside for so long, and it's because people are scared, and stupid, they can't see what's right in their face, they can't see that i'm hurting alone, alone with my hurting soul.

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Sep 17, 2017

Sep 17, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC

faith_elizabeth

~hurting soul~

i feel the pain of judgement, i feel the burning eyes of the "normals", i feel abandoned, i feel as if no one likes me, as if I just don't belong, i have a few friends and that's all, i'm the ****** homeschooled and apparently homeschoolers have no friends, that's what they all think, i miss my home, my friends, my old life, i hate technology sometimes! it's a wall between real people, even with "friends" people are on their phones talking to people they aren't with! they don't talk with the people that are standing right there!! why can't this generation be different? why can't we all just talk, really, really talk, i want this so badly, i've been on the outside for so long, and it's because people are scared, and stupid, they can't see what's right in their face, they can't see that i'm hurting alone, alone with my hurting soul.

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