"emotionaly" poems
*biologically yes you are..
physically, very clear
you are my* brother according to science
but to me you're dead.
*you treat me like ****
to put it bluntly*
emotionaly, you're not my brother,
you're a stranger living in my house.
i used to have a brother,
now he is nothing but a monster.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC
why cant i cry without you being the cause
why cant you leave me
dont try and fix your mistakes
you know my name , not my personality
i show you my fake personality so that i can protect my self from you entirley
your not my mom
you can yell
you can critizize
you can call me names
to everyone else yuor a bad ***
to me you are a lowlife trying tom make herself feel better
i find it amuzing
that you think you can hurt me
that you think im crying because i want to be you
weel im not
im crying because you are so jelous
that your trying to replace my mother
one of the only exzact copys of me
well everytime you call me names
you are just hurting yourself
because i know that i am 3 times younger than you
and still the more respnsible mature reliable trustworthy person
and the only thing important is that i know that
so go ahead try to get me
try to make yourself feel better
because every word
every thought
every smirk
makes me the better person
you cant break my heart because i have a shell
a fake personality
only my blood know the real me
the secrets
the things that would crush you
thank you for making me stronger
thank you for being so low that you make a druggy seem sky high
i was only 10 when we met
but now im only 13 and i feel like im thirty
ready
ready to take on the world
im only a kid
but thanks to you im emotionaly a full grown adult
you need a script
but all i need is my mind
i play it real while you are always trying to be plastic
your blood son already hates you
i hate you
the boys hate you
what more do you want
you drove us away
are you really so low as to drive my dad away to
then the only thing you will haVE
IS A DISGUISE
the only thing youll have
is the lies that you tell everyone
your own mother is under your spell
but im not
im free
on my own
go ahead do it
lie
because i know the truth
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
I'm sick
I'm tried
I'm depressed
I keep listening to sad songs
While wearing a black dress.
People keep dying
But not in real life
They keep dying in my heart
Because they cannot fight.
They try their hardest to get up and go
But that's not so easy
In the cold cold snow.
So now they're sick
So now they're ill
So now everyday
they have to take different pills.
They have to suffer while living
While living in pain
Which hurts them
Especially in the brain
It's not easy to suffer
Mentally
Emotionaly
Or physically.
Because everyone
Has their own problems
You see ?
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
Can I give myself back to myself, after months of being lost in this whole other different part of me. Would that be acceptable now?
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
**mistakes
the portal to future
the trail to the past
lies
the dirt hidden beneath your skin
the crys in the back of your head
broken
the cracks in your skin you cover with a smile
the downfall of what they call your life
screaming
the emotionaly pain riding threw your body
the electricity that stops your heart but all the while brings you to life
bleeding
the final stage till the end
the end of both future and past
this is the end to it all to the mistakes, the lies, the breaking, the screaming, the bleeding it all is over**
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 10:06 AM UTC
I almost said goodbye tonight.
I came this close.
Home alone
music blasting...
A simple note left on the counter.
Took a deep breath, and let the water rush over my face.
Soon, it'd all be over.
But then some of the soapy water got into my mouth.
I started to gag, sat up out of reflex.
Immediately, I started crying histerically.
"What am I doing?"
and as I sat there in the steam filled room,
so close to closing my eyes forever;
I came to the realization of how utterly ****** up I am.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
I dont want to know if your mother slapped you when you were a child, or your daddys love was very mild. There is NO excuse for abuse. And the fact you're hurting someone, molesting someone, torturing someone can never be disaproven or made "alright" just because you had a "rough" childhood. Guess what, I did aswell, people that read this did aswell, milions of people did aswell, yet they dont go about strangeling cats or murdering inocent dogs.They dont go about hitting women, molesting them, draining them emotionaly, or even worse ****** them.When will we learn the error of our ways, How can we be so dismayed by these beings that arent even human, but monsters, pure brutal, filthy animals, that if you ask me, have no right to live...
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC
i am so stuffed up,
i keep stuffing up,
it *****
im crying all the time now,
emotionaly,
and every other possible thing imaginable
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC