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We met in our hometown that ******* town
Where everybody see´s me , as a dog **** on the ground
You saw something in me , I just don’t know what
It was probably the advance of ******* me up

Keep talking of your innocent and lie about your dreams
No one dreams of low life , empty and feeling alone
I hate this idea , no one is  dreaming of me
So please ******* go to hell where you belong

Where your father recreates you
And command you to destroy happiness
in our life´s which you  don’t deserve
to celebrate your rebirth

I want to forget all our memories because I saw your every lie
You didn't seem to care by the fact , I wanna die
But I will keep my promise , in my coffin I will arrive
we like myself better when i´m not alive

I throw myself for a train or something
So I wont feel anymore
In my black coffin castle,  I will be my own king
The coffin is blank just like me

I see the intention of our suicide , but you will find new victim
You'll  be unhappy together , but not as good for me at all
All the black angels , laugh as I turned into stone
I never thought i´d say this but I hate being alone
Her body was fragile, her body was thin
Little did we know; she threw up in the bin.
It was all in her mind “pretty girls don’t eat”
And models themselves are always petite.
But there’s always a secret, a secret behind
The reason why these girls declined
The food they were offered and the drinks they were poured
And the high calories dishes were always ignored.
Dieting and pills became the norm
And the media portrayed it as a new art form.
But this “new art form” was a dangerous entity
And no one knew its true severity
Of this illness that gets in your head
And the sinister voices that want you dead.
But you listen to them as they’re your only friend,
The ones that will be there to the very last end.
I was detached
so I could wander
hand in hand with the wind.
Who am I now?
I feel so frail
and my flowers are long gone.
“Look what I've become”
I say to no one
as the buzzards cry.
Their shadows circle me
like dark moons in a galaxy
starving for life —
am I not alive?

I've never seen flesh
that was still carrying a soul,
but the wind tells me stories
of slinking through their hair
when the world was young —
I can smell their skin on its breath,
its breath that’s carried me
to the edge of the earth a thousand times
to find only stars
that those ancient, mysterious people worshiped
before I was even a seed.

Am I qualified to pray
to those stars that have lead us
to a thousand sunrises?
Will they even hear me
with this voice that is only a rustle
across rocks and dirt,
this voice that is literally nothing but a ...

my soul who shapes the clouds
who possess my dry body, and countless others all at once
interrupts me
and whispers yes.

I smell the gods in its voice now.
What's up with all the depressing poems young people are writing on this site?

Go out, take a deep breath of the fresh mountain air or the salty sea breeze
Talk to people, have a laugh, look someone in the eyes
Read a book,
You're alive!
I tried to be that girl for you
Even though I didn't know what to do
Did everything I could to fit in
Even changed the friends I hung out with
But in the end, you broke my heart
Ripped me inside out, tore me apart
I cried for days and Oh, so many nights
My new friends dumped me, my old friends were right
I finally got over you, hung out with my friends
And you smiled at me, and then
The cycle started, but I changed some things
I hung out with my old friends and warily accepted your rings
My heart slowly started to love
Hell below to Heaven above
You shattered me to pieces, I couldn't be repaired
You went for that girl, the fair-haired
I cried again and this time, I knew
You couldn't love anyone, the way I loved you
I never dated boys and
Realized that love was a poison
It was something much of a mistake
Even vampires die, stabbed in the heart with a stake
Love is wrong
Love cannot belong
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