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I'm tired of fighting
I'm tired of getting hurt
Is that really such a bad thing?
I'm tired of running to someone for shelter
Only to get broken again.
When all I wanted was to be loved
I'm sorry I don't please you
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
And I'm especially sorry that you can't see the good in me
I am a good person
Deep on the inside
It's just hidden behind the dark exterior
I wish you could see it
But I hide it too well
And never let anyone in
Honestly, it embarrasses me
I'm such a tsundere
I think you would be scared of it
It is scary
All soft and mushy
So different from what you've seen
Instead I just keep me inside
That way you won't run
Even if it means you will hate me
So next time you start to curse me
Call me “coldblooded” “ruthless”
Just remember, I'm not really this way
I'm tired of getting hurt
Is that really such a bad thing?
I'm tired of running to someone for shelter
Only to get broken again.
When all I wanted was to be loved
I'm sorry I don't please you
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
And I'm especially sorry that you can't see the good in me
I am a good person
Deep on the inside
It's just hidden behind the dark exterior
I wish you could see it
But I hide it too well
And never let anyone in
Honestly, it embarrasses me
I'm such a tsundere
I think you would be scared of it
It is scary
All soft and mushy
So different from what you've seen
Instead I just keep me inside
That way you won't run
Even if it means you will hate me
So next time you start to curse me
Call me “coldblooded” “ruthless”
Just remember, I'm not really this way
Literature
Me.
Anorexic.
Obese.
Funny.
Stupid.
Idiotic.
Retarded.
Lame.
Emo.
Scene.
Slut.
Disgusting.
Attention seeker.
Obsessive.
Label.
Stereotype.
...
Me.
Literature
Caged
I am the bird,
trapped in your cage.
I cower inside,
terrified by your rage.
Please let me out.
I need to take flight.
The wind in my feathers,
smiling in the light,
but you won't let me out.
You laugh at my cry,
if you will not free me,
please let me die.
I cannot go on this way,
drowning in fear,
day after day,
year after year,
but you don't have the mercy,
don't have the grace.
You laugh as I scream,
a smile on your face.
Fine, be that way,
cruel and cold,
but I'm sick of playing,
your games gotten old.
I scratch at your hand.
Free! I fly straight ahead.
A window unopen,
thump! Your bird is dead.
You cry out,
but you can't hurt me.
Literature
Stitches
I lost my voice
the day you died.
I sealed it up in a jar,
just freshly plucked from
my cherry red lips;
it sits forgotten in
the dust, right next
to the skeletons
in my closet.
I can still feel
your fingers clutching
at my adam’s apple,
playing the delicate strings
of my larynx
like a broken harp.
you were the words
that left my
mouth as pretty
poetry and
complex metaphors,
but the ink no
longer flows through
these calloused bones.
I can’t help it as my
fingers dance
over the stitches
that line my throat,
single file x’s that remind
me of the day
I forgot how to breathe—
at least you can’t hear
me
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So I took a shot at writing something with out rhyming. Don't shoot me.
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I like it its inspiring..... hmm