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Grasping all the SADNESS soaking into me,
I still have TEARS left I can  CRY.
Left alone;
solitary CONFINEMENT.
can't comprehend why you
REFUSE to want ME.
I though I MEANT something
to YOU.
only a mere FRIEND;
never the one to be LOVED.
I want YOUR AFFECTION.
I don't care about anyone else.
anyone else BUT you.


 


"thoughts"
waking up,
dreams vanish.
thoughts of you(almost) disappear.
i grab them before they drift into their own
(silent)
slumber.


*carrots*-(this title was randomly selected)


mists of salty water,
a reflection in the mirror,
 tie-dye sunset growing old in the backdrop of faded memories.
the key was lost, memories forgotten.
images shattered, shards unable to pick up. loss of perception, unable to determine what happened.

 

 

 

 animosity(the verbal murder)

I sit here alone, I'm being ignored.
Why do I bother?
Who would want to talk to me?
Sometimes being a freak is good,
sometimes I wish I had people that cared,
sometimes I hope I won't have someone twist my words;
spit in my face again.
Thank you for doing nothing.
So maybe you don't care about me.
Fine.
You think you took away the gun,
when all you really did was pull the trigger...
and watch my soul die.

DOESN"T ANYBODY GIVE A DAMN ABOUT ME!?!?!?!?!

*unable*
petrified.
words seem hopeless.
do you even percieve my sound?
wait...
i did'nt say anything.
how could i?
im unable to assemble words.
i don't want you to detest me...
just to love me.
i guess i said what i couldn't before...
 
and now i wish i didn't.
 
 
 
 
 

water world

storms erupt from the deep blue oceans
cascade down my face.
when the hell did you care?
dams form from my hand
 rid myself of eyeliner running amuck.
why did you do this to me?
i trusted someone AGAIN
and fell deeper down the drain.
voices swim inside me,
when will they drown?
emotions wont wash away in the waves;
they steadily stay afloat.
goddamn them all.
and the boat still wont sink.
youd think he would have drowned;
i cried a river for you to decay in.

 

 

 

Stumble

Feelings that cant escape me.

Unexpressed, taken to the grave.

Cant speak of my longing for you.

Ill just stumble once more,

Fall for you.

Ill get back up, eventually.

Ill move on.

Even though your words taste sweet,

they may turn bitter;

I will choke on the words I once begged for.

Hidden in your interior,

most likely acrimonious thoughts about me.

Tell me so I can find a place to cry alone....

Alone, like I should be.

 

Shaken, a Bit Disturbed

 

Insomnia set in.

I prefer nightmares

brought on by reality:

a phantasm twisted into worse,

existence.

Your words burned me,

scorching inferno.

Tornado lies have beaten me into pulp...

Yet Im still alive (somehow).


                    



 

 

sickened mind

morbidly depressed, i stand alone
surrounded solely by darkness.
pain slashes through my reality
imagination takes over, my screams piercing the cold night.
unable to determine whether im alive or dead, i stumble and fall
but no one was there to catch me, to help me.
i lay alone...
wishing i could be undisturbed  in my grave

 

Outer Ugly, Inner Torture

 

Hush little angel,

my depression will taunt you.

Make you resign, send you to hell.

Tainted is my speech,

cover your ears before you hear what its like to have no

perception of reality.

visions of black shadow my thoughts.

Any trace of happiness, erased, never existed.

Lie back down, go rest your pretty head,

while I cry at the hideous reflection facing me,

screaming suicide.


 


  Inclination

Inamorata anonymous.

Love is an apparition

Finding shelter within me.

Fear of rejection:

You just dont want me.

Ill return to my state of depression,living forever in solitude.

 

I suffer from [The great] Depression

 

Years of razor words turn into slashes at my wrists.

Watch the crimson liquid ooze from once healthy veins.

Succeeding at life, yet trying to die.

Happiness: medicated smiles;sugar-coated lies.

Bite your tongue.

Stop telling me what to be!!

 Im sick of it all.

Trying to be something Im not...

Happy

 
















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