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How to get over it.Read it over and over,
Until it doesn't hurt.
Play as many scenarios you can,
until your tired.
Pretend that you don't care,
until you have convinced yourself.
Think about it all the time,
Until you want it out of your mind.
Extract slowly or quickly
until you have forgotten it or them.
By time.How are these miracles,
which we aren't even praying for
going to happen?
How are we going to win the war
when we teach our children
to run away and we shower them
with lies saying it was okay.
We make sure the little girls
know that skinny is the best but
they got to have an ass and breast.
we make the little boys know
that if they are not successful
it's better if they hang themselves
from and telephone tower.
We doubt out abilities in each other,
in ourselves, we say were never
gonna be worth it any day any how.
We say in the end it's gonna be wasted,
all the efforts we never made,
all the things we could of said in the end.
I think thats stupid,
I think thats really stupid,
if you don't like where your
life is going why would you
sit and do nothing to change
Every time the sun goes down so
does our chances,
Every time the sun raises so
does our chances.
When the seconds pass so does
When the seconds come so does
So grab a moment and run befor
all against me.I'm just so sick and tired,
at failing at everything i desire
I pick my myself up and climb up the hill
and fall all the way down like Jack and Jill.
I can see where i can be but i'm the one
who always stopping me.
Everyone is telling me to go with flow,
but they don't understand that I can't.
I know whats waiting for me when i fail,
i feel like i'm locked up in a jail,
waiting for my judgement to be passed.
I was doing well, then i fell off the track,
seems like more i fall the harder it is to get back.
I wish no one was involved with my failures so it's
easy to accept them and move on, and soon i'm gonna
run out of time, everyone is gonna know, how badly i
messed it up, it could probably be a reality show.
But this is not the way i'm suppose to go, so of course
i'm gonna fail, what did you expect from someone who
goes against the current.
flammable.Your stuck to me
like fire is stuck to wood.
I try to shake you off,
but you continue to burn.
I need help,
before you burn me out.
Some please pass me,
I didn't have to light the flame,
but I did it anyways.
I didn't think things could get,
I hate this feeling,
of self destruction.
Everything about this is,
I could just go,
but your stuck to me,
like fire on wood.
the leak in the friendship.We both wanted to be friends, that's why it lasted.
We both wanted to relate that's why we put differences aside.
We both met on the account of not knowing who we were.
It wasn't just me who wanted to be your friend
you wanted to be friends as much as i still do.
We were meant to be, this is why we had to meet,
But just because it was meant to be, doesn't mean it will always be.
because just like we were meant to be friends we were as meant to
forget that we were ever close, so no one would have to point out
the leak in the friendship.
it no longer matters if we go afloat from each other.
25% = 100%Honestly my life is good,
Honestly I don't have anything I can complain about,
because anything that goes wrong in life,
is usually something I can help,
It's not good to try and question the past,
but it's horrible when you repeat the past,
you know the outcome is going to be the same.
25% of my life is bad, while the other 75% is good,
but honestly that 25% has such a big impact that it,
Sometimes makes 100% of my life feel like crap.
strangers in friendsMuslims brothers and sisters,
are suppose to be strangers
to the world, not to each other.
The rest of the world does NOT EXIST.Some people say that heaven and hell
Do not exist, there is no evidence
There is no logic behind it.
But i could argue that the rest of the world does not exist, outside of what my eyes can clearly see.
i can't believe something just because someone said it was true, i can't believe in something that i have never seen.
The only evidence that i have are clips on youtube, and programs
in the Television, We know how much those are true.
Even if i was on an air plane how do i know we were not circling the sky for two or three days.
It's people who want to confuse me
They want to make it seem as though we are free but of course we are free when i'm in the one place that exist for me.
So basically what i'm saying is that the rest of the world does not exist, because people love to dream up lies, to replace the emptiness in their meaningless lives,
when its obvious were all going to be in the same place as everyone else at the end of the day,and plus the evidence is tampered
Over allI found a way to save you,
you wouldn't have to lose anything
Because the things you would give up
would actually be benefiting you.
I found a way to save you,
You would of had so much
sweetness in your life.
I found a way to save you,
I would no longer have to
think about you through
I found a way to save you
you would of understood me
as much as I understood you.
I found a way to save you
I found a way to save you.
I found a way to save you...
I wish I could say
I have a way to save you.
Now look at me talking to
a dead person's grave
as if you could hear me
Over all your screaming.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
Clear WristA clear wrist, barren of scars,
as opposed to skin sauntered in marks,
tells a trickier story than it's soiled and raw,
uncaring, unkempt counter part.
Bravery, I think it holds,
the strength to bare unimaginable loads
of pain and suffering through endless times,
and withstanding the agony of sleepless nights.
Some think it is fear, the reluctance to cut,
but I believe it opposite, it show courage and guts.
To bear your pain without a nick on your wrist,
is like a solider braving his terrain while being torn limb from limb.
Agonizing as it is, to hide your pain,
you do it so well, and no attention you'll gain.
At the end of the day, it's not cry for attention,
rather a cry for the victory that's silently mentioned.
Your scars are those not self inflicted,
and despite the gnawing intention,
to harm yourself and ease your pain,
the scars you earn are rightfully gained.
In a room of those who have jumped the gun,
and left traces of blood deep in their arms,
do not be tempted to do the sam
dark circlesi haven't slept well in 14 days
my eyes droop pretty colors
'50 shades of purple and grey,
they're bags and they're designer'
making jokes is how i cope
with chapped lips and constant chap-stick
it tastes like honey and mint
i laugh and say i'm addicted.
hooded lids and sleepy smiles
during lunch at subway
my friends ask if I'm okay
I say that I'm just tired.
but really when I see him with her
my heart sinks to the tiles
she's pretty and witty and sure as hell she can sing
and i'm just a loud bone-collector.
when I see her with him,
dancing and laughing and grinning,
the ring on her finger
laughs at my singularity.
for as much as i lie and as much as i try
my loneliness still creeps in,
because no matter how much they protest,
i'm still the lowly fifth-wheel.
walking behind them on sidewalks
that are wide, but built for four
smiles and laughs when they look back
but the frown creeps evermore.
pelvis peaks through paper-thin skin
and knuckles white and pale
my ribs are empty, my bo
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
Today I will die.Today I will die,
It will be half way
I will look out
at the night sky
for the last
or one of the last
I won't expect myself to
It's sad the way that I view
everyone else, as though it
will be one of the last times
I will see them or they will see
me, but miraculously we both
awaken and meet, as though
we weren't so close to death
that we could feel it coaxing
our souls half way out,
hovering around us waiting
to tell us that we have died,
and then our eternal time starts
and never ends.
It's scary when I think about it,
not because I fear it but because,
I fear the one who ordered it,
Will god be happy with me?
will I be able to pass the
there is nothing I can do by then if I fail,
the only thing I will be doing is suffering and wailing.
I just want to be saved, be so good that
I am spared a punishment so bad that even
when i'm released the memory will still haunt me,
and it's and crazy because I don't know if I will
succeed unless it
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