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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.
The other students make me insane
Here I am again, Crying. I don't even know why.
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.
Depressed, frustrated Worried: boyfriend has mono Down, emotional
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.
My will is strong, But my body is failing My lips speak wrong, And the symptoms are flailing My teeth chatter, And my body shakes Boney banter And mindless flakes, Changing ever eyes
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