frustrated
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How did cutting become a coping skill?
I guess it releases pain that can kill.
I’ve filled my head with deadly thoughts,
Memories and insecurities make me distraught.
Nothing to write, nothing to listen
Oh! I don't know what happen
It was going smoothly fine
Suddenly, feeled just ashamed
How it feels to be the crush
To the heart, a easy cruel rush
I'm tired of thinking,
In test dates,
And terms papers.
When all I really want,
Is to use my imagination.
The stars call my name,
But I'm busy getting A's
I’m in pain,
all the time.
Everyday is agony,
im tired of this fight.
let me show you what I mean.
So, I’ll make my cake
out of shotgun shells.
Light it up
like a candle.
It's not fair,
It's not right,
I lost power,
I lost might.
One's eight
Who can't skate
One's two
Who never knew.
The little one's
Not yet one,
He just wants
To have fun.
She usually runs in neutral even though it’s futile .
Imma never gonna settle just to be her friend.
Crazed and manic , I’ll be patient and push it to the end.
Why assume I am always busy with work?
Why assume you are bothering me?
Why are you acting like everything is bright ignoring the darkness?
Why can’t you confess you suck at communication?
There are so many _______ I want to say
Wishing to express myself ,
But the ______ dance on the tip of my tongue
Teasing me before fading away,
The distance grows,
As they keep talking,
Life full of
So much work
My greatest love
Has turned beserk
Smother me
My head hurts
Cry in my tea
Tears on my shirt
Dear Ms. Yolanda,
You know I care about you right?
Well, I do. You are my family and I will always love you.
But we need to talk. I wish you would start living already.
Driving by the bar, we looked out the window.
Three discarded pumpkins bobbed in the stream.
I looked at my brother--five weeks after Halloween.
My eyes are hungry
Desire is just one thing
Ona list that is endless
A misfit maybe that's it
A virus taunting me to slit
My own throat in order to quit
Quitter hoping for admiration
I have grown incessantly tired
Tired of being nice
Tired of being understanding
Tired of being forgiving
Tired of being tolerant
I've been staring at the ceiling,
it is off white,
and bumpy,
and very, very boring.
sometimes it is so lonely your chest feels like its made of glass,
Echo, you privilege soul
Stand by as I pillage your home
Watch as they rave your condemnation
We have yet to live.
I am angry
I am pissed
You won’t like me when I get like this
I am a hellion
Straight from Ireland
You mess with my life
You deal with my strife
I am dressed in black
I used to be so angry
It kept me going
It was my fuel
Keeping the train that is myself moving
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.
By: Darlyn C. Lojero
one minute, you are looking up at the sky
admiring those tiny specks you called distant fire
another minute, and you see none
Ok ok i hear u baby u've said ur part now its time for me to talk time
.... for
.... u.
... to
.... listen.
... to
.... me.
Look i love u boo but u gotta allow me to be me
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.
I'm frustrated right now
I'm just sitting here at the computer
Typing in whatever comes to mind
I don't know what to do
I need money, I need a place to live
I need school, and education
First day of high school, I wore a dress to impress and I guess I was subjective to the people that I messed with, but it didn't stop there. People were staring at the waistline of my elastic that made me look fat.
I do not speak for a number of reasons
In a number of places that all sound the same
I wrap up my ears no matter the season
And hope that the noises die as quickly as they came
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
