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I do all this posting, they look like shite. But everyone keeps liking the words that I write. Don't know what's wrong with my mood these days. I don't appreciate what I spell or the words I say.
When you feel like crying. For something so small. When you can't do one thing. And feel you'll let down them all. "What the hells wrong with you?". You ask more and more now.
#sundayrepost #changedoneline There is a pain she feels inside When people say she's strong Imagine if they knew the truth...
I have not a word to write The paper's never seemed so white My pen is weeping opaque tears I'm overwhelmed with creeping fears It appears my words have abandoned me In a tacit, calm, cacophony...
i'm not worthy of capital letters. i'm not worthy of your time. i am not worth a nickel,. a penny, quarter, or dime. i am small and frail. i am weak and poor.
I've never been a writer So I shall never understand You give your feelings to a stranger Seem to ignore my loving hand I've never made a poem I'm incapable of rhyme But you give yours to...
So good news. Maybe not that big but I've never done this before.
I hate days like this. Days where I just sit here and cry. I think too much. Then I Upset myself. I don't understand it. You were once this person.
Why bother, I know I won't win, You'll never stay Through thick and thin. You'll leave me Leave me high and dry, And you will laugh, Whilst I will cry.
So, I'm considering writing a story. I tried writing them when I was about 12/13 and my writing has developed a little since then... But I stopped writing them.
You and your boyfriend of 2 years, Tom, are walking together, hand in hand, through the park, laughing and giggling about the most random of things.
Good morning lovely marek who isn't mine anymore if u ever were mine. Idk. I never asked. It's that jerk victoria.
#confidence #acorns Oh the untold dangers Of a room that is full of strangers I drink, to place the steel Against this terror that I feel Surely it can't be too hard Chip at my shell, take a...
Where has my confidence gone . Right now I feel so useless. I'm hoping this won't last long, All I attempt is fruitless. Where has my confidence gone . Right now I feel so ugly.
Should I make a competition, Or should I maybe not. Would anyone even enter Or let them show me what they've got. I already have some ideas And I'm a fair and decent judge. But would it work for me.
There is a pain she feels inside When people say she's strong Imagine if they knew the truth...
I need to work out how to live up to everyone's expectations, I've always been so good getting the right qualifications.
The serpent of doubt. Slithered too close. Self satisfaction. A long gone ghost. The taunts of torture. Smirk and goad. My once light thoughts. Now a heavy load. Eclipsed by fear. Overwhelmingly so.
She sighed and continued toking on her cigarette. Once again she had failed to even reach 200,000 on a game where her friends brag about reaching 10 million.
Do you think I'm funny.... Just enough to make you smile.... Do you think I'm guilty.... Would you put me up on trial.... Because lately I've been thinking, just enough to hurt my head.
I am writing this in a state of paranoia so...I may not be at my most rational or eloquent. Not that these posts are ever either of those things...but anyway...
Is this true what I feel. Or is it all unreal. When I daydream it's of you But is this true.
Somebody once told me I was pathetic. That somebody, he used to be me. I looked In the mirror, he said it again. I look and that's all I see. Cause nobody told me. Nobody told me. It wasn't true.
On the brink of something new, Should I fly, is it too soon. If I fall, I'm scared I'll crash... Is it worth the break and smash.