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I am the worst person in the world because I am ruining life and not living to my potiental.
Everyone says that it will get better.
But i'm starting to get impatient.
You stopped talking to me like it doesn't hurt.
I'd rather you scream until you're blue saying you hate me
then to be like dust thrown into the wind.
Why do I constantly stay
knowing the outcome?
Far away in mind but close in heart
The time well spent is more than I could need
Yet I’m still feeling the tears I left on your shirt
As my head lays motionless on top of a soaked pillow
While my empty music fills the void of the room at midnight
Blank eyes illumanted by wrung out lyrics
I know you'll never be there
right in my hour of need
Tread lightly,
For this is a realm of darkness,
A realm of pain and fear.
It traps and breaks the unwary,
Then leaves them lying dead.
A bird with a broken wing
Its memory of greatness;
A stretched canvas of warm embrace
Air cut by swift blades of persistence
Unobtainable freedom by many,
While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
I watched it before
I didn’t speak
You let it happen to me
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t stand up for myself
The taste of being ignored
Behind a locked door
Was an abuse that became too familiar
The act of ignoring someone is: refusing to take notice of or acknowledge them When you're ignored, you learn to live in a world of silence.
When I think poverty, here's what I see,
Beaten down faces and thousands of frowns
Shutdown dreams in the land of the free
Here there lies
An empty head
Where hopes and dreams
Once were instead.
The blankest stare
From vacant eyes
Should by this point
Be no surprise.
The screams and prayers
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I feel alone
Don’t wanna go home
No one answers their phone
All my friends seem pretend
This is the end
I am only a girl,a girl with a heartand a soul made of glass.
A girl who walks alone,keeping to herself.I am just a mysteryto the world passing by.
I feel so alone,
for I have no place
in this world- but to roam.
And every face
looks down upon me.
Disgusted eyes with a false smile.
they ignore my silent plea,
so I walk another mile.
Everybody seems to see right through me
anything I ever do
is just for their benefit
because me, I always receive the deficit.
That may be why
I hide up in my little shell
with me, myself and I
Hear me—
From this abyss,
From this vast emptiness,
From my nothingness,
Hear me—
From balconies, from hillsides, from mountaintops,
I shout to you,
When the world has closed their eyes
I'll explain, and I'll try not to weep as I speak.
But please listen, and don't ridicule me.
Things occur for a reason just like the transitions in every season.
The love I have for Him has sprouted up, and will not wilt.
The roar of the televison penetrates trhough the music in my ears.
My father and his mates are screaming at the screen.
I'm trying to become inviible,
without even leaving the room.
it must be working,
I had a dream last night
A dream that it all went right
From day one, there you were
Out of the blue you cared about me
Where the hell did that come from?
I always thought I needed you
Do you see the tears that pour down their faces?
Watching their loved ones die
Its no way to live, why not cry?
We see it in their eyes: the weakness, the terror.
To borderline death is no way to survive.
But what of me, standing in the corner,
Hidden in the shadow.
Placed there unwilling,
Listening to the conversation flow.
Never do I ever want to hear another word
In the Midst
There, he is the shadow passing by
Caused by nothing.He is the voice that calls your name;
Loving you is like trying to cash a voided check
The daunting weight of everyone looking as I try
I formed the line and filled out one of those pink slips
Yet I was utterly and effortlessly denied
A man that made her feel safe
Took her in like she was his own
Betrayed her by making his claim
It was ruthless. She called out for help
No one heard her scream
Belittled to nothing -- nothing at all
In a dark corner is where she'll lay. Silently her tears will fall; one. She'll reach across and grab her knife; two. She'll listen in to her father's voice screaming at her mother. To the sound of his hand meeting her face; three.
Take a second to breathe, to listen.
To hear the laughing and the whispering.
I get it, we all do, it's old news.
I'm gay, yes it's true.
Yet you don't understand, acting rude and all whack.
You exhaust me.
That hardly describes it.
I wish there was a better phrase for putting my emotions through a spin cycle.
You didn't even hang me out to dry.
Love. Love is so much more than just a kiss on the cheek, giving someone a ring, or being on TV because you're a teenager with a baby. Love is something we feel and give, a reason for people to want to live, but who do we share it with?
You promised a chance
A moment to prove,
To leave all out on the court
There is nothing to lose.
Yet alone here I sit
Observing, lightheaded, voice sore,
The encouragement failing
After all of these years, I thought I knew
how to understand how you work.
How we work.
But, nevertheless, I am always blown away.
In awe? Wonder?
Disgust?
No.
