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Why is the world so judgmental? Like people, Hungry animals choose their prey By looking for the weak or wounded They pursue them—
Close your eyes and think about How you feel when your are weak?
Rose, a lively rose. My life is like a red rose, Each petal is a special part, Making up a picture. Every petal that falls is something that cannot be forgoten. Every few years a petal is lost.
it was here that I fell in love trapped in the salty waves, burning my skin with the most gentle touch ripples that altered images dancing in my vision from an emerald sea to the clearest blue sky
Your absence hurts me Why can’t you be by my side? Mentally killing me Why are people cruel? Insecurities haunt me Please just let me be
Stomach shriveled Legs weak Loss of appetite Loss of sleep Constantly freezing Constantly stressed Why oh why am I so depressed? Hunger is gnawing I'm feeling so faint
I am 4 years old all pink dress, all blond hair, all blue eyes when strangers ask my name i tell them, that i am princess peach
The weakness of being taken. I can't be taken from unless I am taken by. I can't be taken from somebody until I am somebody's to be taken from.
I am weak but strong I wonder if I can live on my own. I hear my dad's voice guiding me. I see the people who thought I was nothing. I want to be successful.
Am I a Man Am I honest Am I emotional Am I young Am I human Am I alone Am I free Am I home Am I wise Am I ready Am I loving Am I suporting Am I helpful
My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
oh dear little girl
After 23 years, the eyes seen so much, trying to keep up in life, but its always in a rush. High School flew by, Undergrad did too, struggling to get by, while my bank account gave me the blues.
Weakness comes in the mind It controls our being The main cause of the weakness Is believeing that you have flaws The most imprtant aspoect of life Is believing in yourself and
Some not all can see, But we all have flaws don't we? Flawless is not me.
Dealing Small, fractured bones Dealing Life-changing codes Dealing Broken homes Dealing Depression grows Overcoming Healing wounds Overcoming Death assumed
Light feet beat out the rhythm lodged within the recesses of her wild mind,bringing to lifethe sweet melodiesof Mother Earth.Soft lips sing the truth of the world
Her eyes sparkled like onyx But her head was bald She walked slow but steady Wasn't sure about life but she was ready And she Was beautiful He lost half his face in the blast
Bullies and parents put me down
They say your eyes, When given time, Become accustomed To the night. Though dark and eerie One great shadow, Night penetrated Glows to light. It is a lie.
It's easier to be alone where you know no one can touch you. It's easier to be alone because you don't have to care for anyone. It's easier to be alone because you know you can't hurt anyone.
I wait, stagnant like the water beside a dam, wanting to move forward, but I can't. Not yet. I am stuck. Restricted. Where did my voice go? It used to verberate so loudly through the mountain tops,
You take me for the weak
I'm so lost. I'm so weak. Everything I thought I once knew is now gone, its all down the drain. I feel so alone. I feel forgotten. No one care for the way they make me feel anymore.
World i cant count you, but you got this tendency of wanting me to be down for you, maybe im just lazy, Whitney get your shit together, you and these bitches you counting On, yall aint gone be shit together, sorry for the cursing but I'm telling
I am me I am not you. I am me. I am not he and I am not she. I am Jordan. I am me. I am not a welcome mat. You can’t just walk all over me.
You tell me I'm unique and they say I'm a freak. Excuse me, sir; but who gave any of you permission to speak?
I cannot let me feel To feel is to hurt Hope turns black with each shedding tears What once felt excitement is only filled with dread I cannot escape this prison I made for myself
Pretty little thing
Fragile That's me. Frail. Weak. Breakable. But what if it's not? I have Strength. Power. Invincibility. Intensity.
Walking down the street with tear in my eyes and you still have words to say to me? My head in the ground, dirt in my face and your still kicking me?
Hannah was late coming home this evening. Traffic was slow and she had trouble leaving. Work was hard and she hadn't any time
I began to walk away
People always ask me,why some of my scarsactually spell out words.I tell them that maybe,just maybe,if those words areforever on my bodythey may someday mean
Love is everything in science love is reproduction in poerty love is tragedy in movies love is fate in childhood love is grotesque in war love is scarce in time love is stronger
Having the power to make the weak stronger Noone deserves to be made little I would tell the homeless to seak a job And they would find one I would lend them a hand to help them Off the ground
Do you hear the sound of the waves?
Doormat. For others to wipe their feet on, and enter, clean, into new oppurtunity, new space to grow and explore and fill and freedom of dominance Doormat.
Bags under her eyes, but ever alert Sleep was a luxury she can't afford. Always moving and never staying long Trying to look to the future, but the darkness of the past blocks her way.
Affixed on the sight of my final destinationMy eyes do not wander to the path beneath my feet.Though time has seemed to stopI travel silently onward,Forever aware of the coarse sand wearing away
My skin hangs weightlessly off my bones, like an old shirt on a clothes hanger. My stomach feels no hunger, it no longer knows what hunger is.
The mental state of a young black kid is contended The fast life he has seen on the screen is addictive Having money and clothes is all he thinks about Plus the thought of cigars going in his mouth
As the sun fades away The sky turns to gray O' dear, I can only say, "See you tomorrow morning star" We look back in time To where we had our best and worst times Wish we had a time machine
Don’t call me weak, because a movie can cost me a tear. I can be emotional, so to speak. But calling me weak, I don’t adhere.
I was always taught never seem weak Always act strong To always fake that smile And laugh like nothings wrong But right now I think about those hard times I got through