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Knew MeI'm cold
I'm not good enough
I'm not pretty enough
Goodbye Nice to have known you
All of this you say
All of this you mean
But that's not who I am inside
So how can you say you ever knew me?
Doll on the Shelf
She’s not beautiful.
She’s not perfect.
She’s chipped in several spots,
And her porcelain eye cannot close.
No matter how much I try to fix her,
She doesn’t get clean.
So why do I want her you ask?
Because she’s just like me.
Why?I realize I'm a bad friend
So why do you stay?
I know I'm never there
So why do you depend on me?
I know I make you cry
So why do you show me smiles?
I know I mainly give out pain
So why do you give back kindness?
I know you deserve someone better
So why cant I let you go?
20 Reasons WhyOne because you're beautiful
Two because I love your smile
Three because your so carefree
Four because your lips are so soft
Five because you're hand fit perfectly with mine
Six because you still chase after him
Seven because I know you don't miss me
Eight because I know you don't love me back
Nine because I lost you
Ten because I miss you
Eleven because we aren't the same now
Twelve because I'm a screw up
Thirteen because we never worked
Fourteen because that didn't matter to me
Fifteen because I cant learn from my mistakes
Sixteen because it was never over for me
Seventeen because you love him now
Eighteen because always around is never enough
Nineteen because I'm gonna screw us up again
Twenty because I love you
one reason equals one slash
Maybe enough reasons will solve my problem this time
The Prospect Street Paramour (Summery)Tara was sixteen and homeless, still in school but living in the park. One night she meets David, a twenty nine year old man, and her world is turned upside down. He teaches her that not every family is like hers, and that love doesn’t have to mean bruises that have to be hidden. Tara’s secrets come to light after David sees her father drunk at the bar he works at. What has she been hiding? Will she be able to understand something she’s never had…love.
EveryoneEveryone thinks I’ve gotten better…
But I haven’t
Everyone thinks I’m okay now…
But I’m not
Everyone thinks I’m happy now…
But I’m not
Everyone thinks I can sleep without nightmares…
But I can’t
Everyone thinks I’m not afraid…
But I am
Everyone thinks they could tell if something was wrong…
But they can’t
Everyone thinks I’m gonna make it…
But I won’t
NeglectedWhat could you be fighting over now?
If it’s your parenting again,
Then you both best stay quiet.
Neither of you were good enough.
You had one job,
To love me and protect me.
Neither of you did that.
You both put yourselves first
And let what was going on happen.
How did you not notice the limp in my walk that morning?
How could you turn me away because of my gender?
You were both supposed to love me the most
More than any others in the world.
You were supposed to be parents,
Not whining selfish humans.
I’ve accepted that you didn’t want me,
Now to show you that I know.
Even if that wasn’t what either of you could be.
RainRain falls around the world
On every head in every country.
Dark clouds mask everyone's skies
When they were once clear.
But ask yourself this question....
Do you get drenched and washed away
Or do you dance between the raindrops?
QuestionsWas life really so bad?
Was it better to die than live the life you had?
Did someone hurt you?
Did someone tell you to?
Could you see any light in a place so dark?
Could you have called for ones hopeful face?
What went wrong?
Had that hopeful one gone?
Did you do out of sorrow?
Did you really believe that for you there was no tomorrow?
To all of these question there is an answer
Did you get drenched instead of being a rain drop dancer?
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
ScarsI can be your best friend
and your darkest secret.
I can cause happiness
while causing great pain.
I can be obvious and scream on you body
or silent and hide in your mind.
I thrive in trauma and fear
then drown in compassion and comfort
Over time I will vanish
but I will never go away
You will always be my victim.
every second of every day.
For I am your scars
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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