"loungs" poems - Hello Poetry

My age is such a disrespect to how old my soul is I've been 16 for 6 months now and I have learned so much But really, the lessons That can only be learned through experience; Those started 3 years ago In 3 years I learned just about enough to be set for the rest of my life That makes me sad I've always been different you know Open minded Non judgmental Free spirited Wild hearted Rebellious I thought about things in a different way My intellect is and has always been one withholding infinite depth; at 13 years of age it was greater then my ability to differentiate from what was, what wasn't, and what could've been I was definitely way to independent for my own good I don't think that being a 13 year old made up of all those things was good for me But I guess there's not much I can do about that considering the fact that all of that is left in the unfortunately non changeable and non reversible thing called "the past" I've felt way to much pain I've been treated way to poorly I've been used way to much I've been taken for granted Touched in unpleasant ways and wiped clean of confidence, trust, and security There once was a time were I was able to feel You know that type of feel you only obtain once in your life And then I experienced my first heartbreak; it was as if I died for the first time I remember the feeling as if it was still living in me I found myself dried out of tears sitting on the floor staring at millions of tiny broken grey shards of glass .. I realized that I was staring at everything I was that had now been ripped from me; all of my many colors and my perfectly whole self was broken and grey lieing in the floor without life it felt as if a knife was stabbing right through my chest and my loungs were filling with blood slowly I was bleeding out everything that I was; my innocence, the love I had yet to give was draining from my soul & hopelessness took over me for I did not know how to make it stop 2years later Many deaths later Here I am Empty You might think: "she's only 16 how could she be stuck in such a hopeless dark whole? How could her loungs be filled with such thick smoke composed of intoxicating and fatal desolation" Truth is that's exactly how I torture myself every second of my dam life; With that same question How could I have let my past **** me and shape me into what it wanted me to be? I should of fought for myself People keep telling me to fight but I'm not really sure if there is anyone left to fight for. 16, Beautiful, Damaged

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May 9, 2014

May 9, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC

julietescobar

16, Beautiful, Damaged,

My age is such a disrespect to how old my soul is I've been 16 for 6 months now and I have learned so much But really, the lessons That can only be learned through experience; Those started 3 years ago In 3 years I learned just about enough to be set for the rest of my life That makes me sad I've always been different you know Open minded Non judgmental Free spirited Wild hearted Rebellious I thought about things in a different way My intellect is and has always been one withholding infinite depth; at 13 years of age it was greater then my ability to differentiate from what was, what wasn't, and what could've been I was definitely way to independent for my own good I don't think that being a 13 year old made up of all those things was good for me But I guess there's not much I can do about that considering the fact that all of that is left in the unfortunately non changeable and non reversible thing called "the past" I've felt way to much pain I've been treated way to poorly I've been used way to much I've been taken for granted Touched in unpleasant ways and wiped clean of confidence, trust, and security There once was a time were I was able to feel You know that type of feel you only obtain once in your life And then I experienced my first heartbreak; it was as if I died for the first time I remember the feeling as if it was still living in me I found myself dried out of tears sitting on the floor staring at millions of tiny broken grey shards of glass .. I realized that I was staring at everything I was that had now been ripped from me; all of my many colors and my perfectly whole self was broken and grey lieing in the floor without life it felt as if a knife was stabbing right through my chest and my loungs were filling with blood slowly I was bleeding out everything that I was; my innocence, the love I had yet to give was draining from my soul & hopelessness took over me for I did not know how to make it stop 2years later Many deaths later Here I am Empty You might think: "she's only 16 how could she be stuck in such a hopeless dark whole? How could her loungs be filled with such thick smoke composed of intoxicating and fatal desolation" Truth is that's exactly how I torture myself every second of my dam life; With that same question How could I have let my past **** me and shape me into what it wanted me to be? I should of fought for myself People keep telling me to fight but I'm not really sure if there is anyone left to fight for. 16, Beautiful, Damaged

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After a day and a half party like i should not have **** my loungs with the smoke Get some ice cream at 4 a.m i know I should get some sleep or no Find myself Womenless No one to feed my soul Question the life Question the chance Did not take it this time Brown skin blue eyes Short hair no bra Lost the key to my home Too drunk to recall De javu of adiction it's on my way i know Should leave the vice behind The venom i love All quiet today all is gone Alone i do stay No one to give confort At the end it all ends No one really cares And once again i find myself All alone Womenless

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Jun 4, 2016

Jun 4, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC

leinstinct

4 a.m

After a day and a half party like i should not have **** my loungs with the smoke Get some ice cream at 4 a.m i know I should get some sleep or no Find myself Womenless No one to feed my soul Question the life Question the chance Did not take it this time Brown skin blue eyes Short hair no bra Lost the key to my home Too drunk to recall De javu of adiction it's on my way i know Should leave the vice behind The venom i love All quiet today all is gone Alone i do stay No one to give confort At the end it all ends No one really cares And once again i find myself All alone Womenless

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Crawled under my skin Devoured my cells Numbed my entire body Sadness In my veins Flooded my heart Out to the loungs Prevented me to breath And inhale the sickly odour of death You sacrificed the lamb Will you smear my blood on you door And eat my flesh? Is it enough to please your Gods?

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Sep 27, 2017

Sep 27, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC

Rainnymph

Fear

Crawled under my skin Devoured my cells Numbed my entire body Sadness In my veins Flooded my heart Out to the loungs Prevented me to breath And inhale the sickly odour of death You sacrificed the lamb Will you smear my blood on you door And eat my flesh? Is it enough to please your Gods?

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Ive been thinking ; thinking too much My heart antisipates with darksness and complicated time . A broken hurt trying to reconstruck itself by the help of a special some one but those dark time weakend or pestered the heart to non trust and pain thoughts running ;through the mind; realistic dreams and fear of loosing the one the heart loungs for the question is what do i do how can i trust this person having reasons to the pros and cons sos please ?????

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Jun 24, 2018

Jun 24, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC

zero-tears

More of a sos then a poam

Ive been thinking ; thinking too much My heart antisipates with darksness and complicated time . A broken hurt trying to reconstruck itself by the help of a special some one but those dark time weakend or pestered the heart to non trust and pain thoughts running ;through the mind; realistic dreams and fear of loosing the one the heart loungs for the question is what do i do how can i trust this person having reasons to the pros and cons sos please ?????

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