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False ApologiesI'm sorry that i screwed up. I'm sorry that i hate you. i'm sorry that you can't love me. i'm sorry that i yell and get so angry. i'm sorry that i think i'm b e a u t i f u l. i'm sorry that you've hurt me. i'm sorry that i've hurt you. i'm sorry that i always speak my mind. i'm sorry that i am strong minded. i'm sorry that sometimes i don't eat. i'm sorry that i hurt myself. i'm sorry that you can't change me. i'm sorry that i curse like a truck driver. i'm sorry that i'm as mature as a 17 year old when i'm really 12. i'm sorry that i'm a FUCK UP. i'm sorry that i could never be PERFECT enough for you. i'm sorry that i smoke so much. i'm sorFalse Apologies
by ~story2tell
and here i amThe pain is almost palatable, it drifts through the room and leaves a negative film upon everyone who enters here.. If these walls could speak, oh the sounds of torment, tears, and trouble that would resound in the ear, like an ever-ringing bell.. All of these distractions mean nothing to me, the "friends", the "parties", the "social life"... Nothing.. a front.. I drown.. struggling desperately in these heart wrenching sobs.. my pulse quickens.. and I long to fold up inside of myself.. and cease to exist. You come to me.. ask me "Are you ok?"... You sit patiently.. waiting for an answer.. The silence is external, but I am screaming inside.. Eand here i am
by ~story2tell
and why does it matter?why do i cry? why do i feel so alone? why am i hurt? why don't i let go? why do i need someone? why aren't i independent? why do others like to hurt me? why do i let them? why do i write? why can't i draw? why do i find comfort in music? why does he love me? why do i love him? why is she anygry with me? why did amanda rape me? why did i let kevin get to me? why does everyone fear me? why don't they accept me? why do people fear the unknown? why am i hated? why do people molest me? why was i abused? why did my dad leave me? why don't i love myself? why am i here? why did i try to die? why did i cut? why did i run away? why did i make them putand why does it matter?
by ~story2tell
Emotions Unboundand it was all going so great the mall, the movies good grades holidays my mind was alive not dead like before yet once again, i can't listen anymore the yelling the cutting, the hurt the pain, the wanting needing to be free loving, without return. cold.. alone that's me.Emotions Unbound
by ~story2tell
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Into Your Eyesby *enayla
Threat of a PromiseDon't say you'll never leave Don't say you promise to stay We both know there'll come a day When you don't walk, but run, awayThreat of a Promise
Don't promise me anything Not your love, not your life Don't begrudge me your heart Don't hold your bitterness against me Don't threaten my livelihood With a promise of perfection
Don't say you'll never break my heart Don't say you promise to heal me We know damn well, don't we That there's nothing to heal in me &nb
by ~trollholio
Push it, Hold itPush it down, make it hurt Its just one more scar Its just one more wound Only this one is visible This one is self-inflicted To make the rest go away Is it working?Push it, Hold it
Am I bleeding? Yes, I am. Then it’s working Push it down, just a lil bit more Drag it across this porcelain skin Push it down deeper, kill the pain within As the blood comes to the surface The tears stream down my face Senses are dulled, pain is erased Numbed t
by ~deadgirlonastick
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- Current Residence: football, MA (we're not called everett anymore.. all you ever hear about is foot ball)
- Interests: poetry, reading, computers, art, scrap-books, psp8, wire sculptures, architecture&design..ect
- Favourite movie: White Oleander, Hamlet, Fight Club, Pretty in Pink,
- Favourite band or musician: Ramones
- Favourite genre of music: 70s & 80s punk
- Favourite artist: Siobhan Chaput (she's 16 years old and amazing)
- Favourite poet or writer: ...this is sappy, but my sister- she's: Distance--
- Favourite photographer: mummer
- Operating System: windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: winamp
- Favourite game: The Sims
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria! and Gir, and Gaz... of course...
- Personal Quote: smile at me, a simple smile...
- Tools of the Trade: sharpies, pastels, charcoal, adobe photoshop, pen and notebook, my thoughts..etc.
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Is it that I want to live, or that i'm afraid to die? Is it that i'm dead inside, or afraid to try? Am I worth the space... am i worth your time?
Welcome to the Shadows.
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Nika (n.)-
Living Anarchy, Pure Anti-Socialism, Utter Chaos; Death Incarnate; Pale Sickness, Hideous Beauty; Bride of War
SEE ALSO: Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Absence of Pain is an Illusion: Let Me Show You Reality
This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th
hehe had to do it
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Pick apart girl, doll of my dreams, never apart, except at the seams.
Never abused, except as she chooses, pristine neck, with fingerprint bruises
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I never asked you to love me... I asked you to give it a chance...
You say yes many times, then in your journal you say no.......which is it
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