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a poem for the hurt and unwantedyou just want to
no one truly wants me
waste of space
out of place
no one to care
to hold me on my down days
mentally suffocating me
strangling my emotions
my eyes red with tears dripping like
mentality of an adult
face of a fat baby
too many for one
but handled easily
acting with ease
fooling the unknowing
i'm too much to love but
yet better than most
psychological observation from
the age of four
making my loneliness
craving the love i had
that almost killed me
then red and clear tears would fall
because of the lonely heart
sick of trying
sick of fate
sick of time
little blue bird.i wish i could feel again that something that made every day worth waking up to.
someone to wake up to .
someone to live for .
someone i'd have to express these trapped feelings to.
But don't we all ?
am i just being selfish again ?
my tears fall,
my head pounds ,
it's all behind the depth of these lonely eyes.
stare into my eyes and feel my sadness.
unlock the cage and set my emotion-bird free without a care.
i overeact and don't act.
cause i am trapped .
trapped within my cage .
the strong gold bars holding me inside as
i sing my songs .
A long time , little left.attention.
The sweetness of a bitter girl.
the innocence of the wrong doing.
the deterioration of sanity and happiness.
convinced into make-believe.
A mask rotting from false happiness.
The depth of thought.
The hands of a creator,
a mind of another dimension.
A deteriorating girl
with a cracked mask.
Dont Forget Me.You were with me, this time last year.
I had warmth in my heart
and a smile to my face.
Now you've moved on, I regret not being
perfect-you said it wasn't me,
but yet, I still regret and blame myself.
Time is just one thing, andI was willing to
wait, but it saddens me so that now it's
just too late.
My time is over; I am but the old,the past,
but the feelings remain.
I feel for you as you feel for me,
but obviously my feelings are
strong, like the wood on that
Each branch a different story.
When I cried, you felt my pain.
Do you feel it now?
Am I the one to blame?
If i had to choose between the
physical pain of a nerve dying
that you helped me through,
I'd say THIS pain is MUCH
I may have cried for hours then,
but now, I feel like crying
with no end.
Before it was the nerve dying,..
now it's my emotions.
I feel empty.
The past replays in my mind and
I remember being my happiest,
now thats been taken from
and all remain are fake smiles
and real frowns.
LOVE-To give and recieve..If you have love,
love him/her til your lives end,
because some want love,
they want to relive what they had;
the feeling of being wanted,
the warmth in your heart.
i wish i had it again...
trapped.i dont know what to do,
i dont know who to go to.
im sat alone torturing myself with my emotions.
i cry and i want to scream.
its all built up.
but i dont know why...
i feel trapped,
screaming in my head.
i tear myself apart by playing with my negative emotions.
You're worth so much moreShe was the type
to cut her wrists,
and then swallow the
because looking at what
was even harder
but I want to tell her
to let the emotions
p i l
out of her mouth,
instead of her
and that I'll gladly
let the words slice me,
if it means
I Tear My Skin AwayI Tear My Skin Away
I tear this skin from my body,
Even if the world screams,
That I am only an illusion.
I tear the bones from my legs,
Through pain, I will grow,
Through suffering, I will become.
I rip the muscles from my arms,
These teeth from my jaws...
And with nothing upon me,
I carry on...
Like a broken puppet, still shivering,
Still forcing its way through the darkness;
I tremble for I am nothing...
And yet, I am moving. My voice still screams...
I draw breath into these tired lungs,
As I rip the flesh away...
And I shatter these mirrors before me,
With a voice that will not break:
Because the world cannot label me as nothing,
And I will live for my own sake!
"So tell me, is that all the pain you've got for me?"
You're beautifulPlease eat.
Are you listening to me?
If you are,
I want to tell you.
You re beautiful.
It doesn't matter what you weigh,
you shouldn't feel guilty about what you ate.
It doesn't matter,
I promise you things will get better.
Listen to my words,
Hold my hand.
Don't worry about the rest of the world,
It's okay if they don't understand,
How it feels like,
To feel fat,
To feel ugly,
To feel worthless.
You are none of those things.
It s okay to be chubby,
It s okay to be skinny.
Because you have a big heart.
And your smile,
Is like a priceless work of art.
And I don't want to see you destroy,
Because you're more than just a broken toy.
And to everyone else,
So for once let yourself be,
Accept your reflection.
Because you are the definition of perfection.
So don't worry,
Don't be sorry,
To be who you are.
Because you re,
Those Green Eyes (Or: Don't Lie to Your Kid)Those green eyes -
The green of joy
The green of hope
The green of love and acceptance -
Were always full of lies.
They first lied when I said,
After a nightmare at four am
When I was too small to reach a light switch,
“Will you ever leave me?”
And those eyes said,
Why did those green eyes
Shut when I needed them most?
"Are you okay?"
Would be a red line
That I would etch into myself
Those green eyes melted.
Those green eyes did shine
And I knew what it was -
I was young, not stupid -
But I indulged the lie,
For those green eyes.
"Will it get better?"
I asked one sunny Saturday
At ten in the morning
And those green eyes looked away;
“And you’ll be here forever?”
There were no words.
I made up my own affirmative.
Those green eyes -
When they saw
How I’d rubbed myself raw
notes on a matchbook love.if I were the type
to say how I really felt,
I'd tell you that
I hope you choke on your apologies
like they're arsenic
and your nails are already
with the poison.
I'd let you know
that I'll never be a body
for you to touch
just because I know that's all you want.
I'll never be a fairy in a bottle
at your waist.
this is no storybook, and
I am no myth.
hear my silence,
feel the cold absence
respond to your weak "I'm sorry"s.
I beg you,
stop digging the hole,
stop, just stop.
Hush and watch the flames
engulf the image you sold me.
you can tell me
I'm beautiful as much
as you want,
but I know that it's not enough,
that you'll always want more,
that you've been a wolf
between my legs all this time
and my fingers are bruised
from holding the leash.
now every time you whisper
"please be okay",
I will always tell you that
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
I will forever pretend
that I've grown up from you,
that I've become a mystery
A note for people who need a kind wordJust a note,
For anyone who has felt,
Like they have been broken.
Just like an old toy.
Thrown and tossed around like a rag doll.
To anyone who feels,
They re tearing at their seams.
And they re losing all control.
A note to the little girl,
And waited for her mother.
Or her father.
To come back home,
To keep her safe,
While she cried.
Or to at least of said goodbye.
And wishes they d come back and tell her,
A note to the lonely boy.
So quiet and reserved.
Who sits and takes their cruel words.
Thinking it s what he deserved.
To be thrown into lockers,
And thinking he can find something better,
With the company of a razor,
Rather than a human.
Because humans have caused him more hurt,
Than the blades that pierce his skin.
A note to the beautiful girls.
Who walk for miles,
Until they have blisters on their feet.
Because they will not accept the defeat,
Of having to see numbers,
That tell them they are not worthy.
They are not pretty.
And they should not be living.
If they c
What is Hope?Hope is something we have as children,
It helps us thrive and try our hardest.
Hope is what we express in the worst of times
When all hope seems lost.
Hope is what people possess in life
To work toward our dreams.
Hope is a lie
That's not worth our time.
AnxietyAnxiety tapping on my door,
"Can I come inside your head?"
I shiver, not ready for its visit.
It charges in, smelling of worry.
Spends a morning, afternoon and night,
playing with my emotions.
A marionette dancing its old tune on rough strings.
Leaves me winded and praying to beat it the next time.
I miss youYou are a ghost in my head
Living, yet you haunt my thoughts today
To speak your name
Would be to desecrate this space
Where you are, I should not care to know
But you are a never-healing wound
An unfulfilled promise
A chance to do no wrong
My memories burn with your taste, your touch, your smell
Who have I become?
Too long have the years been to me
To find myself wishing for the crossroads
For the chance to say no, one more time.
Your eyes...Your eyes...
All the truth no lies
wanting to tell your story
But all tucked up inside...
The am mount of tears
That have left your eyes fall to the ground
As you say that your fine...
The words you speak
That are not always what you truly feel inside
but true feeling ain't meant to hide...
The emotions you put forward from your soul
Sometimes show on the outside...
All the stress and pain shines through your eyes
Being able to understand is the main part that never dies!...
Looking into your eyes to get to your soul to see what's been hiding behind them doors for a little while.... your eyes....
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