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"sadboy" poems
January 9th marks 18 years of living without you . And it pains me to know the rest of my life will have the same. story, because another lonely birthday is another year without you mom. another year without you dad. I wonder if you look down on me. Do you see me? The things that I see? Do you wish as hard as I do every night to just be able to remember the warmth I had with you? Because I’ve never even felt that warmth with you. When people lose a loved one they tell me they can relate to me, telling me they cry over the visions of the past they see. But they don’t understand what its like to cry over your imagination. They don’t understand what its like to be forced to dream because you don’t exist in any of my memories. All I can do is wish for you not to see me. Because I’m a hopeless wreck that numbs the pain with a bottle of Hennessy. A hopeless wreck that pumps so much black in his veins that he struggles to breathe. A SadBoy who wants to cut deep and watch his life seep A hopeless boy who wants his mom more than anything I would do anything just to see you mom I don’t know what to do anymore I would be lying if I said I ever did Because night after night, fight after fight, sin after sin I tell myself I will change, just do make the same mistake as before
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Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
January 9th
Everything you think you know and everything you'd like to know will never be I your grasp. The sad truth you like being upset You like not knowing what's next Drinking beer by yourself listening to depressing music makes your night. The girl that loves you will never know you, but the girl who shuns you will hear every drunken word you have to offer. It's a sad truth Sadboy
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
Sadboy part1
I threw you into the ocean Watched you flounder Screaming— Small and silly. The ring was barely Too big For my little finger (Probably fit just right on your **** I threw it too— A stony life preserver For the small-dicked And emotionally stunted. I hope you hate yourself, Darling. I hope your time below the surface Is all Baking soda and sardines. You ******* sadboy You bigot in sheep’s clothing You needy, whiny little Thing. The ocean was the best Thing That could have Happened to you Remember that Thing When you Drown.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:05 PM UTC
Waves