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I feel alone,
I feel depressed.
How do I tell you with out you getting manically worried
How do I tell you that,
knowing what it would do to you.
How could I tell I love you when I don't even know what you smell like anymore
what you sound like with out background skype noise,
what you felt like.
How could I love you if you weren't in front of me.
1 month maybe
He's picking up pieces...
you don't feel real anymore.
You are a beautiful dream
that I can't have.
and I can't take it
YOU DON'T GIVE ME A WEEK AND NEVER COME TO SEE ME EVER...
that is inhumane...
I'm crying writing this
I'm dead on the inside
anyone will tell you,
I lost the love in me.
you made me hallow...
you complete me...
and you are over there...
I love you
but I can't love you.
one day more foreverI dream of the day, when I no longer have to sleep in fear,
the day where I can say and mean, "no, and if you do, I'll tell Jason"
the days where if something bad happens, I can run to him and cry,
the days where he needs me, I can comfort him,
the day where I can see him everyday,
but it may never come,
because its too far away
Bitter sweey realityI live in her shadow every day,
though we are almost the same,
she is better,
People look up to her,
see her as smart, intelligent,
everything I am not,
I am invisible to the world when I am very visible to the hate, I stand alone where no one can see me, yet when I crave for invisablity I am most visible, loved by some hated by most, I stand alone amoung many people. who am I.
I am nothing
UntitledI love the way you make my laugh,
I love the way you hold my hand,
how your fingers fit perfectly between mine,
as if they were both hand crafed by a master crafts man.
I love how worried you get,
about the most stupid of things,
even though I know,
it means so much to you.
I love the way you smile,
you don't care,
not when I'm around.
I love the way you love me,
for all the madness,
for all the crazy.
1the way to my heart is not the way to my head,
they both lead different lives.
eager to love,
but if you want the way to my heart,
you need to go through my head.
SnK/AoT: Lost Souls in the Snow (Eren)
An icy wind blows violently in the cold air.
The night sky above us is a black canvas.
This is going to be the end of me.
Faster, you filthy dogs!
Is what we hear.
Marching along is now long gone.
We are running; running like automatons.
I hear the sound of gunshots exploding from every direction.
I see and smell the blood of lost lives thrown across the snow.
I taste my own bitter blood that began to trickle in my mouth.
I can't feel my wounded foot anymore, as it was numbed from the frigid ground below.
But I keep hasting on.
It is the only thing my soon-to-be corpse could do; to keep me alive.
The others around me start to disappear.
Numerous lifeless bodies are spread everywhere.
Am I the only person left?
The moon stares into my soul, taunting me, watching me struggle in the darkness.
I am now jogging at a sluggish pace.
At least I'm still moving.
When is this hell going to end?
My form shivers and trembles.
Pain aches within my body.
Darling, wipe those tears awayShe sits in bed
On a lonely night
Late night thoughts floats above
Typical insomnia days
Her soft blanket covers her legs with warmth
Pillow sits up for security of her back
She listens to the music of comfort
The thought of him kills her heart
She begins to sob under the dark night
Darling, why you cry?
It is he whom she hurt
Guilt fills inside of her
The thought of him kills her heart
Darling, wipe those tears of yours
Please don't cry
Because I will cry if you do
Darling, cry no more
GoldfishLove, you have the memory
of one of those little sun-scaled
creatures that they sell at the carnivals.
You look at those words and those
pictures and you stare at
them and then wonder when it started raining.
Then later you decide you
should do it again because somehow this
time surely it's not gonna hurt.
Its like pouring hand sanitizer
into your cuts thinking you're only
getting rid of a virus but instead
you're just making yourself all the more flammable.
Stupid girl you've been running in
circles for far too
long aren't you even remotely dizzy yet?
CrushWhat a fucking surprise.
(Can you taste my sarcasm?)
You can't come,
Get your hands out
Of every g-ddamned basket.
You don't get it!
You blow out of.
You don't get how high
You lift me up.
How desperately I want to see you.
I crave a shared smile.
Just one tender touch.
All I ask for.
That's all I ask.
Eventually, it'll be big.
But for now,
Hide YourselfYou'll need red thread
You'll need to pretend
Not to bleed from their words
Sew up your feelings
Keep a smile
Act like you don't live in Hell
Do not cry
Do not frown
Do not sigh
Do not make a sound
Don't be sad
Keep your feelings on a shelf
Don't be mournful
Don't be yourself
Bend and BreakYour words cannot destroy me
Unless I let them get to me
Your words about my image
Your words about my shape
You say I lack intelligence
At least you say it to my face.
You say I'm fat and ugly,
And use "retarded" the wrong way
You're bending these words' meanings
The way society does today.
Now don't get me wrong,
Your words can hurt.
They can bend, and they can break.
But your words cannot destory me,
Unless I think of them that way.
There are plenty of intelligent phrases
Said of words and of their power
Of the way they slice and dice
Like an unrelentless knife
Slash and bash into a soul
Sheathe your sword in words untold
Think and think of what you say
Before you let it get that way
Because even though you can't destory
You can cause the bend and break
Shatter into pieces small
Spatter on the floors and walls
Because even though no harm is seen
You don't know what your words mean
Until you hear them used that way
The invisible harm is seen.
See the tortured minds and souls
Words UnspokenNo words ever find me,
At the Time When I need them.
If only I could make them see,
They're cutting me down at the stem.
I hate the words unspoken,
They so often leave me broken.
Yet I can write them on paper,
They come out now, then taper.
This 'now' is never the right time,
Every last thought is a crime,
Because I have to wait 'till later,
Before to my words I cater.
No amount of desire,
Can make these words fire,
From my mouth, like a cannon,
Like my words it's been bannin'.
These words are unspoken,
And my heart...has been smokin',
From the fires they started,
On this 'sea' left un-parted.
So I'm left flying poems like flags,
At this time when my heart drags,
Because I never spoke out,
Never said what I'm about.
I only had written them,
Which makes me tear at the hem.
I aspire to speak,
All these words unspoken.
Living.Living in a world where people are afraid to be who they are because of other people's opinions;
where children run around with their heads on loose because they don't know what to believe in.
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