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Pain pain pain pain
Look at the world with hopeful eyes, Never let them see you down, put that razor away, put that lighter away Don't hurt yourself anymore, please, don't frown. I wish your depression would you see yourself
im falling in this hole. a place of no return. where no emotion shows, we are forced to burn. incinerate ourselves so that the pain subside.
Year by year...
The brush of ice cold fingertips leaves a red hot trail,
She came early today She said she took the long way And had something to say She told me some lies She told me some truth She told me she tries Sometimes what’s the use
My depression feels like so many things all rolled up into one. At it's worst, it is overwhelming sadness and a certainty that I am not good enough and that no one could ever really love me.
didn't make the teamlast one to be pickedkicked to the curbbefore the chance was givento be all you could bewith the support of a familynow your homeless
I try but when I know I wasn't trying hard enough, I fell short of making it.I try but when I know I had more on my train of thoughts, I fell short of succeeding it.
Here I amHere I standAwaiting for some form of affectionHere I amHere I standWanting "a life where everything is good"Here I wasHere I stoodLooking at people of past
Day in and Day out
'What is it? What is it that you see?' He asked I choked on silence Beneath my ribcage was a hollow tree
I feel the wheel of change upon my soul,like the teard
And no matter what your scars represent. They aren't your entire story. Just an ugly chapter. But your story goes on. And it may have several ugly chapters.
I just want to be a princess, Told that I am pretty and loved.
Trapped in his own thoughts He’s all alone with nothing but a lone heart Trying to spark a flame so dark It can light up a room with demonic distraught demonstrating
My soul is like an empty sock Cold and pleading for a foot. But my soul is allergic to feet So it weeps at night for the homeless grass. I also like to watch the moon smile at the stars.
As I was passing by I saw a girl with tears in her eyes And I couldn’t bear it I asked her why she wanted to cry She said I have no more fight And many things aren’t going right
She let him walk away from his only escape She gave him an F because he wouldn't follow her directions
there’s a sun and it’s melting
I read the posters I look at my shoes I look at the clock I doodle on my paper never once do I look at you Teacher...
Life: the inevitable, it can throw you to the ground, or it can bring you up, either way it treats you a certain way. I've always been the one to experience this,
Miss(ed) Teacher By: Arianna Peralta Teacher, teacher why are you late?
Its coarse taut roots embedded themselves within my chest, making it harder to finish my quest. Its icy cold petals blossomed within,
I am from hearing babies cry changing numerous diapers a day, from an innocent kid and team work.
Roses are red Violets are blue
What is something you can't say to your teacher? Is it a thing or an action? A place or person? A problem or an obstacle? A struggle or problem? To tell you the truth we can tell all of this
To whom it may concern, It is healthy food for which i yearn. For it's called chicken but looks like a log. Then after we eat, we continue to learn in fog.
Again it comes to me From it, I am unable to flee First, it slithers into my heart Beginning its quest to tear me apart Next, the monster slips into my mind
Book by book, Stacked upon my back,
To love a man, to love a girl... What difference is there really? Love, to me, is the same In any language, in any shape For any age, For any person. Love could maybe just be a simple word
They tell me I'm not quite right, that I don't meet their standards Reminding me of my imperfections and screaming at me to be better. Their words sizzle against my heart; Singeing the delicate flesh,
A rainy day is like a sad day, Sad day with me fill with tears. I search the days to shine but no sun is found. Everyday i mock a sunny day but really it a rrainy day inside of me.
My mommy doesnt know all that I do. She doesnt know about everything I've gone through I smile when I'm around her, so that she doesnt know All the trouble I got into and where my mind likes to go
In the past, i never talked about my needs. I never wanted to tell my needs. I was alone because i had no one. I had family, but i never saw it. I had friends, but i never saw it. I was getting help, but i never saw it.
Dear Teacher, I need to tell you something, but I don’t know how to. Dear Teacher, Where do I begin? Dear Teacher,
Why must we fight Instead of being friends Why must we fight For what reason should it be Why must we fight When we're all the same Why must we fight Just because someone is different
I am from the brown house with the dead end sign in the little cul-de-sac.
You are the shackles to my oppression, more similar to my depression You say I can't succeed just as it says I can't be free I am oppressed and depressed.
As a little girl I played with dolls behind your back, Until that one time you caught me and I got smacked. You wanted me in school and make friends, But when I did the new friendship would eventually have to end.
Thinking of the days that we could be sure that light Would always travel faster than monsters trying to catch us at night But you drink under daylight now too Thinking of a mother who never hugged you
We all cry for help don't we? We are in need of help for every little trouble or bump along the way in our path. But there are others in the world and in our communites that are in BIGGER trouble and they need OUR help.
tell us that we're wrong as we sing and preach the right song. tell us that we're right and then you keep us in your sight. tell us that you care
Never write a songAbout a stupid boy you fell in love with,Because you’ll rememberThat the air exists to fill his lungsAnd that his lips serve a purposeMore significant than your kiss.
So many lovers have loved and lost, they never tried to fight the cost. Love doesn't conquer if you don't help it win, for love is a feeling that can't help but to give in.
Walking aimless in eternal mysery I came upon a great mystery- A hidden pathway in a hill Gave my senses a big thrill. And so I followed the path 'till the top And found a graveyard in the stop.
Something so unreal, it can't even truly be described. It has so many conditions that this world could never fulfill. This world is too imperfect to keep with the what ifs and alsos and sometimes and shoulds.
She sits alone with a pistol to her head Its the last time to breathe before she's dead She pulls the trigger and the gun goes Her body falls, her eyes close She lies in a pool of crimsom red
I am the guy that never showed sufferings. I am the guy who cried, the guy who hide of himself in the shadows of lust. Crying, crying still no one knows what i am capable of. Will I survive?, will I survive ?
I'm drowning. I can't keep my feet on the ground. I say "save me from this pain." But things just remain the same. There's no one else to blame for the scars on my skin. I don't think I can win. I can't hold on any longer.
A night so empty. Thoughts stop racing . So dull so lifeless, some would call a "natural high" Thinking of what could have been or what could be awaiting. A fear of the unknown.
I sit in a world all alone lost and confused with nothing to call my own. Sweating my past as memories flood my head i want to leave because i have nothing to dread. I think to myself
Day 1: My feet hit the cold tile and my eyes strain at the board. I hear your monotonous bore, I think, I think, no more. I am just another one of the horde. Day 2: The straps pull at my back
You saw the ache under her artifical simper yet you sat and said nothing as her eyes plead for a cure to relive this agony form her casket everyday you watched her tear bare her skin in hopes of becoming free of her hollow soul and
I get to school take my seatYou take roll while we all eat Our breakfast and listen to your dumb rulesWhich have all of us acting a foolYou slowly go down the roster You peer through your ugly bifocals that make you look like a monster You start t
Tonight I can't stop the tearsI feel the soul of another rising up Someone stronger is being urged to take overI want to run far awayKnowing I'm not alone in thisI want to run far away
I feel a monster rising up inside. It creeps and crawls inching to the surface. No true sense of decency does it possess. It's soft and silky upon my tongue and it blends easily upon my face.
I'm choking on the taste of rejectionAnd, oh, how I savor the sweetnessEnough to make a grown woman break into tearsBut not meI stand firm... untouched... unfeeling...Do I love thisUltimate loneliness
"You will never be anything". "Anything you achieve, it is because of me". No, b**tch. That is where you are wrong. My father, never there, but my mother taught me to be strong.
Walking to a court room at the age of 7 was very frightening. I knew I did not do anything wrong. I was getting adopted, but I did not have a say in anything.
Night and Day your at my side, my friend my heart my peace. Lighten my mornings, watching you run and play and chase. Brighten my nights, next to me close warming my dreams.
I cannot understand my current emotions on the relationship I am in, I don’t understand how I feel anymore. My emotions don’t talk I have to but if I can’t understand them how I can explain them.
Hispanics are considered a minority because most of them are not educated and barely make enough to reach the minimum wage. Living in a world where that’s expected from you can be tough
You don't know that your fist feels like butterfly kisses, And your words, as sickly sweet as gas station seafood dishes Don't faze me. My face, has been through more abuse than big city sidewalks
What's deep but very shallow? What's thin but very thick? What's white that could turn to black very fast? What could cause joy but then fear? Boom Boom, Swish Swish
You are dangerous A bomb You are an animal that could pounce at any moment You are only a window to sneak out of Or another used condomn Or another empty beer bottle
it's possible to have a house- but no home. it's possible to be surrounded- and completely alone. i'm trying to concentrate- without staring at my phone. the scars on my outside layers
I dont understand why this can be, almost all alone in this journey. No one seems to see anything from my point of view. Only a few see my perspective, it is even harder when your
My mind is going insane; I can barely even think. I'm letting myself go, faster than a blink. Friends and family form a line that is longer than a mile; but even with them here, my life still feels like it's not worth while.
Look at my face, you'll see a beautiful girl. Look into my eyes, you'll see something hidden. Look at my smile, you'll see it isn't real. Look at my soul, it's the biggest pain you could ever feel...
Trails of gray blazing the untrailed canvas It's curves at it's masters every whim Success! The man says, as he puts it aside and reprints with the black. It's work shaded by the of ink
For Everyone who is in school. For Everyone who has been bullied. For Everyone who has been in a sport. For Everyone who is battling addiction. For Everyone who is working. For Everyone who is a parent.
The time passes by, So fast. The light seems to, Fade away. I sit here, Watching, The sun rise, The moon shine.
The hate pours from me like I'm made of water, only ment to quench my own thirst, I hat myself, No matter what I say, No matter what I do, I can't ever seem to be enough for you, You meaning me,
Watch. Wait. Run. I Watch him walk and wait for his return. Watch him run and wait to feel something. Anger? Lots of it. Sadness? Not enough. Resentment? It boils in my blood.
I can't move. I can't see. I can't breathe. Nobody cares. Nobody listens. I'm not me. I'm not you. Who am I? I haven't got a clue. Someone please help me. I still can't move. What's wrong with me? I have got a clue. Depression.
Treatment Bleed it out Like a snake bite, The venom that roils and riles In my blood That rages and boils Bleed it out, Run 'till my feet Tickle with flames. Search for strength,
I am so done with the outside, done with the sress and the tears, done with the lies and hurt, but not done with life I am so tired of letting every single little think get to me.
Lost My necessities are unseen through hazy eyes. My dreams are degraded by little whispers in my head. My bearings are lost, scattered among a thousand others, drifting through my mind.
Any teacher can follow a lesson plan but one teacher can teach whatever they can. Why dont we figure out how modern life really works instead as a student we learn the basic boring subjects first.
A pit of despair embarks upon me. Dragging me deeper, catching my breath. Gasping for air, I grieve. Clawing for space, I breathe. It is only then that I notice my need, That I find what I grieve,
Everything in life is temporary, the people you love, the people you hate. Life, Love, Happiness, Smiles, Tears, Pains, Sadness, Doubt, Anger, Fear, Everything. Every emotion you have right now is temporary.
Why are you so depressed?Your sadness only seems to festerI want to make your heavy load have less But first you need to clean up your mess
Broken Rear View Many times we alloy our curiosity to spoil of future, More often than not, We obsess over our rear view. Have you ever taken the time to think, What if your rear view-
Baggage Claim To those who view their past, As a lesson. Simply sit back and do yourself a favor- Commit to confession. Sift through the bags which look- Oh so similar on the outside.
Nothingless i don't know youbut where you layin black and whitea paragraph of your sixteen years
It is five in the morning as twilight sheds tears down my face, The dancing horizon teases my mourning eyes yearning for sorrow But bleeding condescending sympathy The sun rays invade,
She rests in painful slumber Drips with salty sweat She is unaware of what it means— Means to be sick with fear. She chokes on spittle—spews up spittle Chokes on angry, violent spittle.
Every morningIts the same.I stay in bed Counting the minutes until Dementia comes to wake me up. Alas the light turns onAnd the fans go offAnd everything becomes Dead and silent.
Growing up at a young age, I never really had the time. To sit down and look up, This medical condition of mine. But when I did, I found things that weren't real. Like how people say this and that,