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I do not understand Why he sabotaged me so consummately, And made me look like Such a pathetic old patsy, Could he not discern the misery He was shoring up by degrees,
1.24.15 I won't make you promises, I won't tell you lies, Most of the time One of us cries. One cries for love, One cries for food, One cries because They're in a bad mood.
This holiday is hollow, These cheery ones are lost. Everyone is happy, It seems Everyone But me. I always feel alone,
My life is full of misery I try and try but cannot undo my history The thought of death is bliss to me
Why am I chained down by my suffering and misery? Please, can someone set me free? Can you send me to my eternal resting place? To be free from my suffering.
Lie to me, to be honest, I will probably think that it's true Look at me, I will take the lies if you are willing to keep your soul open Directed to me, you said that you wanted more than I said I could give Gaze gone from me, looks like we both l
Claiming sadness to be all your own Your only comfort in life, the sorrow you've known. Could anyone know the tear as well as you? Be seduced by the pain, as it cuts your heart in two?
Let no man be lesser. For all Are mere specs on the backdrop of the void. No, they are particles Inside an expanse of nothing. We are Merely the reality of our
Love is a broken promise, signing away your life. Trying to find clarity; instead, finding strife.
a smile and a kiss the kind face of pain The smile is genuine but it masks pain pain and hurt and conflict all masked the same I hurt to see it it clouds his eyes
Tired of imaginingTired of actingOh, how I wish that was meCat-fishingIs now existingMirror, mirrorWhat is my birth error?Is it my looks or personality?A shame that I desire plastic surgery
The world is kind to let you pick your own poison Misery holds you underwater like an anchor Courage seeps through our skin, burning us alive Truth is a deadly pillow with a silver lining
2016 January, the new year started. I still kept to myself. February, the days became colder. As I became to be. March, I met my best friend.
I don't eat cheese because it's not vegan. Enzymes are a living organism. Caravores don't understand.
This is my tomb, a never ending void. A creation of an alternate reality
Life isn't all that bad. We talk to each other; complaining of our difficulties, perhaps exaggerating a little to help us feel better. It works, for the most part. After all, misery
This is my story of the factors that determine me,Drive me to be who I want to be,And create my own destiny.I’ve never been a size twoAnd everything I would doWould be wrong to you.
We absent mindedly wonderThrough our sad livesAll being dragged underHoping we're the one swho survives
Stare away into the mist
if evil is a flame then sometimes the world is on fire burning with all the cruelty of man, the passion of lusts, greeds, and desires. If evil is a song,
There is darkness abound in these halls Shadows, velvet black, form the surrounding walls Light struggles vainly to pierce the ebon' folds But the dark swallows all, in black- shrouded the fortress holds.
There's a pit
I am the better side of darkness and the dim side of light. I didn’t KNOW my blackened heart had a sense of what was right.
Tears cascade down the young, broken girl's face
Standing in a room full of shadows Darkness envelops the mind, Fearful thoughts race around your body, And you find yourself alone. Thinking of past memories, Reliving the pain,
Knowing that you are alright my future always looks forever so bright
Oh how misery loves me so faithful so heart wild and disruptive into my shallow mind and
Woe, pain, and misery, these are the symptoms of being al
How do you cope? How do you live? Life, why did I want to grow up? People around me, harrassing me about "how things are going" Nothing is what it seems." Kids are amazing and I couldn't be doing better"
Today I say good morning to the sun! Usually it is the sun that wakes me up every single day. But today is special... At six a.m. it is I smiling down as the Sun Stirred from his deep, deep slumber.
Darkness isn't always bad. Darkness doesn't make you mad Darkness isn't always wrong It shouldn't be feared upon. It is a normal phenomenon in our world
Hysterically, I laugh at what I want to do to you. What you deserve. You clearly don’t think I’m crazy. Well, clearly I’m about to snap after you used and abused me.
Dragon Slugs Shakespeare said expectation is the cause of all heartache that’s just simply not true There is no cause of heartache; it is truly unavoidable, expectations or not
I wish to cut away my flesh.I don't hate myself.I just hate this skin,Weak and bloody thin!If only
I do not want to live the life she lived For the pain and suffering she has grieved I hear the tears she cries at night For all her life she barely saw the light Misery was her best friend throughout her life
The demon of loneliness sits on my chest as I lay down in bed, thinking of a life where I'd be able to say I'm happy and mean it. The demon of loneliness fills my head with strong, convincing words of pain. "You have no one." It says.
Sun beats down on soft green grass,
Why must they hurt for the sin of our crime? For the hate that we chime? We hear but do not listen, We look but do not see. Distracted towards the right of humanity, But blinded by the greed of sanity.
If I could do anything, I swear i'd have the world changing. i'd make everyone's lives better, create world peace and end hunger. Cure cancer, end abuse- keep someone from hanging a noose.
It's a broken Hallelujah that reigns over my lips, Singing praises to something I can't prove exists. They're like tape, Holding me together while confining the mind I really want to speak.
Hey there Do you hear me calling out to you? Do you even know my voice anymore? Calling, begging you to not walk out the door You were the one The only person I could trust
If I could change one thing, it would be misery. Because misery is as old as history. No one deserves to feel such pain, that cannot be fixed with personal gain. Misery can be caused by many things,
The salty tears trickling down her face These numerous times can't be erased The words that have been said Bitch, slut, ugly, fat Would you laugh at that? Would you follow the others
Alone is one of the worst things to be When all you feel Is tired and empty. You can cry You can weep. You can shut off the light And beg for sleep. But it won’t come And you’ll still be
You just stand there and scream Your head busting at the seams Someone offers help And yet you continue to yelp You hang on to your misery Wanting all to be dreary If help is unwanted
I forgot to eat,
Its true Im shattered
Was this his fate? Does your god make mistakes? A splatter of cosmic ash orbiting naive minds of worshipers. But what a god he was, For no reason other than: simply because.
Wonder what it's like in the public eye. Everyone knowing everything, No secrets Whatsoever, Judging stares; hateful words. Wonder what it's like to always have a front. To be what others want,
Whispers and Glares Look back and Run Down the hall to the left
Filthy hands shine in the light of the beautiful pain. Glistening in the promise sin offers to gratify the mind’s desires. Relief from the pain in frozen blood cries out. Trembling.
"Don't have a big head, the world doesn't revolve around you." There's no I in team, that's all that I knew. There are people that are starving, homless and broke. But that's only in movies, it was only a joke.
There she goes, falling Down into the unconquerable abyss Lost inside herself There’s no escaping The terrible monsters that live in her soul They lurk in the looming blackness
I believe in harsh standards I believe that all females should look the same. Females should not have hips Female's ribs should be exposed. If females are as thin as a rail, They are the ones I display.
Where footprints in single file Where hearts not in denile Where rose's petals fall The Emerald braced for Finale to revenge son's fatality
Looking in the mirror I see a girl... I'm watching her scream I'm rewinding her dreams I'm watching her cry I'm practically watching her die I sit back and watch as she tries to wipe the tears from her eyes.
i love misery, its artistic, its complicated, it paints pictures and writes songs, it pours hot tears and bruises my soul it gnaws at my flesh and picks its teeth with my bones,
We see them every day, But never see them crying. We claim to care about them, But underneath, are lying. We shun, we tease, we taunt them As if death didn't matter.
Who would of know my private catholic school would feel like a prison We are "followers" of Christ but it all just feels like a courpt dictatorship. They try to show us off like puppets,
The day is cloudy, no man in sight. Not even the crows who cry in flight. She looks up and she looks down, but no salvation is to be found.
Rising up, a wispy blissembraces a lover's memoryof your unending spoken kissthat bestows on me such misery
You sat alone every first day of school and hoped, no, prayed that no one sat next to you. And when they did, you ignored them; it wasn’t long before they said hello, but you had already put your earphones in.
I am from the southern part of Dayton, Ohio. I am from my dad and granddad because my dad has anger management And because my grandparents didn't want children, And when I was born I was real sensitive on the inside
Hi, my name is Lauren Lehman, I'm an ambitious poet from the South Florida Metropolitan Area.. I began writing poetry to help cope with traumatic events that I've overcome in my past.
I can do this, right? I can do this, write? It's all for the money. Writing for money. Give me money because I wrote something. It's everything. The only thing. Not love, not compassion,
Sick severed lipsHolding my bare hips.Like Achilles heel,The emotional appeal is severed. And though I have no brainI can't really complainOf the wonders in the skyAnd how high I can go.
I've become so Numb when there was No More Sorrow left in me. I had to Bleed It Out when I turned my back on those who had their Hands Held High, screaming "help me!"
Its 2013 and nothing has changed. I sit with my homies and brothers ever estranged. Watching all these people looking at us as if we are to blame. Its 2013 and nothing has changed.
Music is for the broken whose will has been abandoned and suicidal thoughts have nested. So quick to contemplate death. Instead a track plays to vibe with the heart and mend the mind to health.
I step away, As he slowly approaches, Hidden out of his sight. Evil he has come to do… But I must do right. I will just wait here, If he does not see me first, My heart is beating, I’m about to burst!
I step away, As he slowly approaches, Hidden out of his sight. Evil he has come to do… But I must do right. I will just wait here, If he does not see me first, My heart is beating,
My mind is a prison The prisoner locked inside the cell is me Why you may ask because i can't gain control so i lose it every time and when the control is lost the pain takes over
Growing up with a father,Blinded by his own pain,I became the parent;His shelter from constant rain.Dried up his tears,Floods only became clouds.I couldn't help him like I wanted.I let him down.
Here I sit, ah this black chalice so alone, and silence embracing my every thought,every emotion.
Answers aren't at the bottom of a whiskey bottle, But misery is. You're just a child whose been hurt, And the world has hardened your heart.
Hahahah you're hilarious! You thought this note was about how You broke some girl's heart! Comedy gold. This is coming from a place you shut off long ago.
I'm juat a simple girl lost without a soul I long for someone someone who would love me You came into my life you let me know i have a heart You helped me discover my soul
Take me away from here. Take all my fears and let me watch them disappear. You better hurry. Take all the unnatural scars on my body and recreate them into untouched skin.
I know that When you’re alone In the middle Of the night And you want someone To hold you And tell you That everything’s Gonna be alright, That I could be That person For you,
Darkness growing; Fed by her tears. Flooding her cheeks, Mascara and eyeliner Run; streaked.
I have something on my chest That is clouding up my mind. What if we overlook everything Without taking the time, to realize where we went wrong, the things we do or say.
At the site of death we are sicken until we bite our tongues, screaming at the anger that coats us in pain, and as are eyes become blood shot red we are fighting to decide
Unsurpassed, unwavering, unthinkable fear. There is no assurance of tomorrow. Any known stability, ripped from my grasp. The voices without end. There is no escape! They will be coming for me. Too late!
Lately all we do is fight, can’t seem to get it right. Why should we pretend we’re more than friends? Can’t you see it’s hard for me? Trusting you is what I do. Seems like all you want is to hurt me.
I don't know what to do. You don't look at me, The same way I look at you. I don't know what to do. To think it had only begun, And already, we're through. I don't know what to do.
Challenged with it all my life. The kids laughing, the kids talking. Enemies and friends alike.
she silently stares at the monsters under her bed chin resting on the knees she has pulled to her chest, eyes as empty as the rhythmic heart beating— out of obligation— between her ribs.
He was brought up in finest pride, Desire matched all gifts, Seized more than all a soul could need, Much more than ever dreamed.
Lavish lies conceal flattering false prophets Under a guise that is layers deep A ritualistic routine of self masocation Of emotional measures physicality intact Progressing and digressing
I wish you could see you as I see you, So for a little bit, let me break through, Through walls of stubborn mortar and hard brick, I promise you I will be very quick.
I’ll cry silent one more day Hide my tears behind this mask Move the broken shell of a body And pretend I’m not shattered I’ll laugh so you don’t see And I’ll cry silent one more day
The Hope, It sits there. Right there. Trapped. The Hope, Is yelled at, Is tugged at, Yet it sits there. Right there. Waiting.
Sadness floats around me Hovering Always with me. Like mist, It creeps over me Settles down and suffocates me. The fog of depression hides the sight of happiness. The shadows are dark,
Sometimes I despise people when their eyes are cheerful And they smile around me it feels like they are teasing me because I am always alone Well it's better than being just another clone
darkness the scary and dark place being afraid of something that's not there it may be concealed in the blanket of night doesnt mean its bad
I feel these emotions They come in waves I breathe thick fury This hateful rage It turns around Pulling me out of the deep Offering me a hand Pulling me back on my feet I know it wont last
Never been on top Never been good enough Had a couple of blessings But I never had good luck Always underestimated Nobody believed in me But I see why because I was never in the lead
Numb is always my emotion I've become so bland nothing effects me anymore I only cry to know I'm still alive and because I know they're right.
Am I too weak to say something, but too strong that I may break them? I am too scared to show them my skin. My mind is blurred by the images of doubt. By their stupid ways. Why?
For some reason they like to hold us back. Even though they seem to have the control, we are probably our strongest. I've never felt so strong, beaten down to one finger on a rope. I've probably never had so much hope...
In the early evening, I come home from the park. And inside my house there are shadows in the dark!
I live in a dollhouse Where the Barbie's are five feet tall And their pretty pink dresses Resemble summer's fall.
Get away from me. I don't want you to visit again. Last time nearly killed me. The pain; the crying. The worthlessness.
I have no strength to continue. Alone at the piano, Tears track my face, As my fingers a melody trace In the dark.
Light That is all I ever asked The stars are receding And I have failed my task I wonder I wonder What did I fail to do?
A dark hole called home, but it's not even mine. Not living only existing, no hope, no worth, dealing with what I've been dealt. Keep it all inside, the words inside my mouth. We'll all be the same, lying in the dirt.
Remember when you caught me Bleeding in my bed Hands and face the deepest shade of red And I was floating Through those stars that you call eyes That are brighter than the sunrise and
I've wandered into the morbid side of life and I don't plan on coming back. You can chase me all you want, but you'll just get hurt in this dark place. It kills anything positive. But I don't have to worry,
I'm riding in a car with people I just met, Realizing that my mind is so far away from theirs. I look around outside the car window seeing the life I live in, While questioning the thoughts that are going through my head.
I wake up but keep my eyes closed. I just lay there in my bed. Seems like everyday is the same, I hear the same old story playing over and over in my head.
I’m afraid, To let people See the tears roll uncontrollably Down my face Each one mimicking the last. And, I don’t want To have to face them And show them that I feel.
I’ve been broken down and restored Set back Been attacked since the day I was conceived inside my mother’s womb Attacked by gallons of liquor bottles, Making me kick within my mother’s belly,
Upon each wingéd criticism float hollow sadness extending infinite within, devouring seeming core of self eroded, still suspended in earthly bondage.
Feeling a depth of despair inescapable, an entangled mindweb is my dwelling and my tongue tastes of bitter longing.
What is a best friend?, I ask I can sit and ponder all day, But I can't pretend the thought doesn't last, Someone I can confide in, lean on, laugh, and cry, It's something, a feeling, that most people would die
Strength is not always, Muscle and brawn, But the feelings you have inside.
Through the glass, she sees a person she hates. A big pile of ugly mass; a twisted game of fate. The person never forgives and never loves; a person unfamiliar with kisses and hugs. The ugly personality
They'll label you Try to give you drugs that disable you Saying this will never hurt, its to save you But it cures you Cures you from not following the status quo Wipe out all the truth you may know
Of the darkness emerging from our souls, beyond threshold of the black mire falling headfirst into the pits dying, our souls
Normal... it's such a strange thing With its hum-drum ring That makes you want to wheel it into a hospital wing and just let it die
Mirror mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all? With all these noises and TV lies, I fail to see with worldly eyes.
For You I have changed my ways I have gone from that nice little girl to someone older in age. For You I have turned my back on all things that sing
A sudden fear approaches As foot steps draw near Tears release from pain And words of lash at my heart The monsters want me dead But I keep fight... To find a light in this Forever Nightmare
Empty within compare, Lost within despair, Alone always alone, And that's what I've always known.
Why is no one answering my cries? I lash out in hopes that someone will notice, But all that responds is never-ending silence. Music used to be my perfect muse… Now it doesn’t even offer me comfort.
I can't see the future but I can't dare look at the past. I told myself I was done and this was the last. I can't handle the pain! The guilt or the blame. But I can't escape this life. This toughness and rage.
I lost my mama one cold fierce night. Thinking she would return to her daughter might. I cry everyday i was just a little girl, out in the cold freezing world. things started changing, people dont remain the same, they are not true their word.
That light at the end of the tunnel - It is slowing losing its shine. The walls are starting to cave in – you just might have to rewind.
Running numb Blind to the path in front of her Crushing everything she's been taught It's not fair... There's a prettier place where women can smile
feeling so high at times it is my lowest low i just might lose
These four walls hold me in Blank and bare, so naked, I stare The dimmed light from the screen Makes a Glow. A dull glow because it is dark, past 11.
They tell her she isn't as alone as she thinks But they never lived everyday alone as her Unable to form real relationships with people Because of her fear of rejection With only her thoughts to tempt her
Sturdy and strong, From the outside nothing could go wrong, Crumbling on the inside, this tower So tall and so bold Colorful yet vague As it watches and stares at all that pass by, Rainy days, sunny days,
Brighter than the suns strong smile Her eyes have been searching for miles. Miles to go, miles to go*, oh how she wished she’d know. Never stopping to take a breath,
Please forgive me, I know I'm nothing to be proud of One awful monster created out of an act of love The irony is often too much to take I am sorry for being the worst mistake
Over in a moment Death is nothing to be feared; Life, love, and everything else Is a tragedy for the mind.
Masked from all light, hidden in plain sight His outside appearance is fake, with interference From his brain, he hears it, dazed with incoherence The boy afraid to try, shrouded by fright.
What's real in this masquerade called life? Behind these masks Underneath the painted on smiles
I am from ashes from shards and legendary rebirth. I am from darkness beneath moon's shadow lonely, silent, it feels like snow. I am from the world's remains, the dark abyss
Did you ever see a sharp knife and wonder just how far it could penetrate?
My existence is not meant to be. All of my pain and emotion drowns out my presence.
Pain comes in countless forms and unexpected ways.
The words you speak to me Knock me off my feet again and again. Making me feel like I’m nothing Fiercely throwing me off the deep end! Pointing out every one of my mistakes, As if I’m not aware!