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When the night gets sad
When I’m feeling bad
Silence engulfs my room
Am I becoming mad?
Frustration seeps in
The lights are dim
I’ve pushed everything away
For a time so grim
I’m being torn apart
No time to be smart
I feel stupid to begin
What a way to start
I can’t see myself grow
Am I just for show?
What does everything think of me?
I really don’t know
When my room gets cold
The day gets old
Could someone tell me something?
Without fairy tales told
When I’m feeling bad
Silence engulfs my room
Am I becoming mad?
Frustration seeps in
The lights are dim
I’ve pushed everything away
For a time so grim
I’m being torn apart
No time to be smart
I feel stupid to begin
What a way to start
I can’t see myself grow
Am I just for show?
What does everything think of me?
I really don’t know
When my room gets cold
The day gets old
Could someone tell me something?
Without fairy tales told
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day 305 of heartbreak.
"i know you love me."
darling ,
i love the way you look at me
with eyes full of adoration .
(but that gleam has disappeared)
i love the way we gab and gab
about nothing and everything
at the same time .
(but we haven't spent a 4am together
in quite some time)
i love the way we can fight through
the thorns of life together .
(but now my body is filled with splinters)
i love the way you tell me i'm beautiful
and i know you mean it in every way .
(but now you can't even stand the sight of me)
i'm going through the motions
of heartbreak ,
the stages of grief.
listening to your ramblings
about how you think you know me .
but the thing
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nothing more
He likes girls who slowly break him
give him bruises
internal scars and memories
tear marked pillows
She likes guys who are a challenge
give her goosebumps
something to think about before sleep
anxious sigh
He likes girls who laugh at his expense
have quirky smiles
cute giggles and sparkly eyes
a good audience
She likes guys who keep their distance
have time alone
stay away, no thing as authentic comfort
'danger, keep away'
He likes girls who teach him about love
it doesn't exist
authentic love is just an idea
and nothing more
She likes guys who don't say the 'l' word
she has said
"your love is fickle."
and nothing mor
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This Is The Time of Your Life(You Just Can't Tell)
This Is The Time of Your Life (You Just Can't Tell)
I'm that piece of poetry written by
Artist Unknown
Scrawled on a napkin
left behind in the coffee shops of your youth
You cannot tread these waters;
you cannot slow this current.
Nowhere to go and nothing to prove
and
my guilt is my only crime.
I'm the rough stitches
on a cardigan that snags every point.
Pin pricks into your flesh
You try to fix me,
But this is a throw-away culture we live in.
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This was written out of utter frustration and anger towards myself. I'm scared of the future, guys. I don't know what to do or what will people think of me? I don't want to be alone but, at the same time, I don't want to be suffocated. Do you understand what I'm getting at? I know I should be writing a proper description of this poem but I would much rather write about why I wrote it instead of what it is. So this is my thought process while I'm like this. Scared and frustrated. Never a good combo. I was having such a good day too.. =
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It'll take some time for things to happen. Its hard, but don't worry, it will be okay! 
Btw, the poem is interesting. i like each stanza