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#acrostic challenge. [I] have never seen so much violence. [S]o much small town intolerance. [L]iving here, wide boys trapped in un. [E]mployment, 15yr old girls pregnant. [O]ur school days spent.
I wonder if you'll experience what you did to me. Would you find it lonely sitting under a tree. On your own with a seat for one. When the clouds are always blocking the sun.
#sundayrepost "Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think.
The countdown began many weeks ago, Until I shatter to the ground, But how long the countdown was I didn't know.
"Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think. My blush, is it too dark.
There is a girl at my school who always looks sad. I wish I knew why I think its to do with her dad. I wish I could help her and let her know I'm here..
I hate this day i say in a whisper my little brother looks away trying to contain his emotional tears as well as my little sister, guys don't cry it's going to be ok i say unconvincing but it's hard...
Okay so a couple of weeks ago I tore a muscle in my chest wall. It was very painful I was having problems catching a full breathe and my chest would constantly hurt.
"I'm so cold....." This is Angel, an 18 year old homeless girl, addicted to a class 'A' drug.
Days are filled with confusion, my lone walks down the school halls, no one seems to notice me, depression often calls.
Is that all I'll ever be. A blot on the paper of extistence. The dot in an "i" in the novel of life. A simple screw in a machinery masterpiece. A candlesticks glow in a lighthouse. Unimportant.
A good nights sleep is always in need, But a good nights sleep never comes to me. I have school in the morning, And at 7 AM I'll be yawning, Because that sleep never gave me my dream.
Call me an emo, I don't care anymore. I've been bullied for years now, and people have always been putting me down. I'm an outcast, a loner.
What's going on... Is this world just begging for me to be depressed. Does this world want my life to be miserable and sad. My parents got a divorce.
I made a mess of myself again, (Regret, shame, regret) It doesn't help; pain never eases pain, (Regret, shame, regret) It takes me ever further away, (Freak, loser, freak) I'll deal with my problems...
she worried about her weight she worried about her date she wondered how long here she'd stay she was curious about when things would finally be okay she starved herself daily she cried herself to...
I wrote this poem when i was 15 in the year 2008 because i was going through a really hard time in my life.. I am drowning in depression. I am spinning all around. I am drowning in depression.
She is too happy to be this sad. Too young to know her pain. Too fragile to be this hurt. But still, she remains. I watch her as she hides it away,. Puts on her fake smile.
December twenty second, 8:38 pm. Saturday night. I told them I couldn't hang out. I meant I didn't want to. I told them that I felt sick. I meant that I was dizzy from not eating all day.
The nerd.
Little, stupid girl. Laying in bed. All dressed in black. Hairs damp, she just came out of the shower. . remembering the memories of crying pain, and shades of red.
Im not sorry , that i feel stupid everyday. Im not sorry , that i have problems in school and no one to help me. Im not sorry , that i have no friends to tell my problems to.
Has pretty blue eyes Tells little white lies Is damaged in more ways than one Likes to have a bit of fun Gets offered more than the lot They'd even give her all they've got "My shirt too just for a...
I am who I am Just leave me be I'm normally happy, bouncy But now I can't be me People have been nasty - I've had it before But this time it's come stronger Sadly, this time's more I begged it to...