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Location: Washington, United States Gender: Female
Interests: music. writing. Expertise: yes Occupation: Artist Industry: Art
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8/9/2002
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^^Thought Wrong^^
Im just done.
Im just done.
Im just done.
Im just done.
Im just done. I am really just done. I get this pain in my stomache..i want what I cant have. I want not to hurt anymore. To tell everyone to just forget me. Im not a good person. At all. I realize this more and more. The more I see all the people around me hurting and I cant do anything for them. When did I turn into this person who no one can talk to. When did I change from being so open…
so caring..
so ready for anything..
so good with gving advice.. to this cold bitch.? Why am I writing this? Why am I thinking that I hate myself again? Why do I want to end life…over and over again? I don’t understand people. I wish I could just say it was over anc actually mean it. I don’t want my friends to doubt me. I want this pain in my stomache to go away. Im not hungry. Yet I am not full. Not even close. Im sick of being sick. Tired of being tired. Fucking ill from this cycle of life that is over repeating. I thought I was going to be ok this time. Thought I would never ever go back to self infliction Thought I was strong enough Thought people loved me enough You know what I really did tho?
I thought wrong.
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| (note:i wrote both of these poems at seperate times. like i started them over a month ago and finished them tonight. so the intent changed)
#Whats wrong?#
whats wrong? are you going to be ok? is life not what you thought it would be? can i not get into your brain? Can i not see whast going on? just tell me. just open up. tell me the things that went bad. why cant i figure out mysel? dont cry. the pains only temporary. Then you die. Then its gone. away from you. what havent you learned? When was the world against you? Better question When was the world on your side? You know it wasn’t. I know it wasn’t Why do we kid ourselves? Why don’t you just give up? Whos holding you here? Whos telling you life will get better? Was I one of the ones who said to stick with it? I cant stick with it myself. I am ready to give up. I am ready to break I am ready to make it go away for ever I am me. And I am broken. | | |
| not a poem i suppose.. but my feelings today. i guess today was one of those days..
And is it ok that i hate myself more then i have hated anything in my entire life. and is it ok that i can't stand not seeing you. and is it ok that i dont want to eat beacuse i eating makes me feel sick. and is it ok that i hurt from pushing myself to hard. and is it ok that i hate almost anything that i have ever done. and is it ok that no matter how hard i try ill never amount to anything. and is it ok that i like the pain that i inflict. and is it ok if i dont wake up tommorrow? and is it ok if i wish that this would all end? | | |
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so im twisted and hurt and you havent changed we've gotten no where which is probabaly where you want to be well... i dont. i want to see things with you i want to change with you i want everything to be with you its not going to be. i am beyond crying now i am furious at you? no how can i be you wont talk to me and hell, i wont talk to you either. harsh feelings and empty hearts blown minds aching hearts crushed by you | | |
| (note: this is uhh.. more agreesive i guess)
Tell Me
Tell me your scared Tell me you want me You want me as much as I want you Are you insecure? Or am I getting the wrong signals? Tell me it hurts Tell me you’ve fallen I want you to know I want your pain I need your scars Tell me I haven’t seen you Tell me you need me We want each other This isn’t helping, we need it Take me now Tell me you cant live without me Tell me your life Let me judge your past Trust me with your life You can, I promise Tell me we are alike Tell me love is on your mind I want you to love me They don’t think it will ever work We know we can work it Tell me you have plans Tell me this is all real I want your body But you don’t see it Can we try? Tell me things will change Tell me my heart is all that matters I want to hear your words I need to know I insist you act normal | | |
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