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our kings our queens our shoulder angels they all LIED to us, THEY SAID IT WOULD BE JUST FINE. oh, breathe. take in words that mean nothing. heavily broken and all i want to do is CLOSE MY EYES. my bones are shattered my very FRAME crushed under the weight these faces put upon me. i am caught in a butterfly net struggling for air. imagine me sighing. because that is what i am now. EXASPERATED. i do not know how to be angry. so it would seem, i slip to and fro very much suffocated by Bitter and Sad. they mock me, i fear. Bitter flares up in me, tickling my throat mean and sarcastic to say the least. She laughs, "WHY CAN"T YOU GET ANGRY?! THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE, IS IT NOT?" I feel a small heat in my gut. retaliate. but then Sad slinks around my waist, slippery and cold. come back.come back.come back. no, no witty comeback. just coming back to the UNBRAVE CAVE. i think i resent sad for her ability to pull me away with her clammy eyes. but i come. these promises fall like rain and i remember when you said ITS JUST A WORD. i'm talking in my sleep. dreaming of things that should taste sweet but are bitter in truth. another mockery, i'm sure. WORDS LIE beneath sheets of paper. i tilt my head back, look to the sky where GOLDEN LEAVES SILVER FEATHERS fall like snow, gracing the trees. feel me sigh again, heavy. my fingertips are cold, sick. tracing lines over my skin. searching for a pocket where closure could lie hidden. i'm running in circles, forgetting every day a little more. fading. stuck in this disconnect, in limbo, BURIED ALIVE. rollercoaster dreams. it would seem there is no closure for those who do not know how to be angry.
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 9:01 AM UTC
meg-freeman
i do not know how to be angry.
our kings our queens our shoulder angels they all LIED to us, THEY SAID IT WOULD BE JUST FINE. oh, breathe. take in words that mean nothing. heavily broken and all i want to do is CLOSE MY EYES. my bones are shattered my very FRAME crushed under the weight these faces put upon me. i am caught in a butterfly net struggling for air. imagine me sighing. because that is what i am now. EXASPERATED. i do not know how to be angry. so it would seem, i slip to and fro very much suffocated by Bitter and Sad. they mock me, i fear. Bitter flares up in me, tickling my throat mean and sarcastic to say the least. She laughs, "WHY CAN"T YOU GET ANGRY?! THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE, IS IT NOT?" I feel a small heat in my gut. retaliate. but then Sad slinks around my waist, slippery and cold. come back.come back.come back. no, no witty comeback. just coming back to the UNBRAVE CAVE. i think i resent sad for her ability to pull me away with her clammy eyes. but i come. these promises fall like rain and i remember when you said ITS JUST A WORD. i'm talking in my sleep. dreaming of things that should taste sweet but are bitter in truth. another mockery, i'm sure. WORDS LIE beneath sheets of paper. i tilt my head back, look to the sky where GOLDEN LEAVES SILVER FEATHERS fall like snow, gracing the trees. feel me sigh again, heavy. my fingertips are cold, sick. tracing lines over my skin. searching for a pocket where closure could lie hidden. i'm running in circles, forgetting every day a little more. fading. stuck in this disconnect, in limbo, BURIED ALIVE. rollercoaster dreams. it would seem there is no closure for those who do not know how to be angry.
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it hurts i don't believe and it hurts and its real not real wrong still it hurts it hurts monstrous monstrous world all nothing like my head full of light poison hurting cracked still not real please too unreal and not still staying moving hurts cold and aching sorry sick of sorry you are not i hate the this here stop. sick thoughts depravity of soul i am choked despise my head your head how dare it be dark why would you even this isn't true i should what because it won't can't doesn't isn't shouldn't be. still is is still feeling sensing alive too real to be unreal and really not safe really wrong really really wasted am i the same cracked as we always would have been no saving us it this them all because it always was no stopping no other way path no choice or for so long chosen wrong how could it still matter i am so angry. i am so angry i am frozen i will be wasted on this world of nothing because it is real i am the nothing is this why they hurt them because i can't hurt them shouldn't mustn't but i am so unstrong unbrave wrong too but that would be surrender and wrong but nothing here is right why would they like this choose this isn't home isn't warm isn't bright free sweet love... isn't.
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
J-mei
Unreal
it hurts i don't believe and it hurts and its real not real wrong still it hurts it hurts monstrous monstrous world all nothing like my head full of light poison hurting cracked still not real please too unreal and not still staying moving hurts cold and aching sorry sick of sorry you are not i hate the this here stop. sick thoughts depravity of soul i am choked despise my head your head how dare it be dark why would you even this isn't true i should what because it won't can't doesn't isn't shouldn't be. still is is still feeling sensing alive too real to be unreal and really not safe really wrong really really wasted am i the same cracked as we always would have been no saving us it this them all because it always was no stopping no other way path no choice or for so long chosen wrong how could it still matter i am so angry. i am so angry i am frozen i will be wasted on this world of nothing because it is real i am the nothing is this why they hurt them because i can't hurt them shouldn't mustn't but i am so unstrong unbrave wrong too but that would be surrender and wrong but nothing here is right why would they like this choose this isn't home isn't warm isn't bright free sweet love... isn't.
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