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You're lonely
Anyone could tell if they paid attention to you
But they don't
So you're made to suffer all on you're own
You're different
You've been told that by so many people
But you're still a human
So why are you so different?
You're crying
All the time when you're alone
In your room where no one can see
You break down
You're broken
All of your past experiences haunt you
You want to tell someone
But you hate the idea of bothering others with your issues
You'd rather be somewhere else
Anywhere other than here
To bad you don't have the guts to get up and leave this place yourself
It's a shame
You're that girl
The one who's running away from her past
The one who's too much like her father
The one who hates herself for that
The one who's dying inside
That girl is me.
Anyone could tell if they paid attention to you
But they don't
So you're made to suffer all on you're own
You're different
You've been told that by so many people
But you're still a human
So why are you so different?
You're crying
All the time when you're alone
In your room where no one can see
You break down
You're broken
All of your past experiences haunt you
You want to tell someone
But you hate the idea of bothering others with your issues
You'd rather be somewhere else
Anywhere other than here
To bad you don't have the guts to get up and leave this place yourself
It's a shame
You're that girl
The one who's running away from her past
The one who's too much like her father
The one who hates herself for that
The one who's dying inside
That girl is me.
Literature
Love Me.
She falls asleep most every night
To the sound of her parents pointless fight
And clinging tightly to her tear soaked pillow
She goes to school most every day
Wishing she could run away
From all those who torture her
For not being ‘cool’
Her mother, she just plain ignores her
Her father’s never even there
Who would notice if she were gone?
Who would even care?
She just wants to make it quick
To take this razor as her friend
And feel its tender loving kiss
Pressed against her paper skin
She just wants to make it stop
The feeling lonely, sad and hated
She holds the blade up to eye level
I don’t know how long she wai
Literature
Just One Kiss
I hate that there will always be
A lingering regret
An ache set so deep inside me
I cannot forget
I turned away as my thoughts strayed
“What chances have I missed?”
I don’t want one more regret
To add among the list
I need to know what could’ve been
What could become of this
I’ll take my chances, no regrets
For just one kiss…
Between what I feel and I say
Is what I don’t understand
You say it’s better this way
This is not what I had planned
I watched as you just walked away
“What chances have I missed?”
I’ll add just one more regret
To the top of the list
I need to know i
Literature
Missing Pieces.
I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
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This makes me especially sad, not because I`m emotional, but because this describes how I feel on the inside. I know many people love me... I just guess moving to a new country has taken it`s toll on me.