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You're pissing me off
Quit bringing me down
I've had enough
Of walking around with a frown
You threw away my most precious possession
All my emotions made place for aggression
Then came hatred followed by depression
Everyone ignored it with this same empty expression
Quit calling me slut
Don't bring up those stories filled with pain
Quit making me cut
Don't make me jump underneath the free-train
Just shut up and hear me out
All you need to do is listen that's it
You have no clue what this is about
You're destroying me bit by bit
I want you to disappear
The well I'm in is far too deep
Only because you're here
I wish for eternal sleep
I hate you!
I hate..
I.
Literature
The Pride in Aging
Hey, you!
Quit pouring rust remover
over an old heart,
don't you know that red oxide
is the part of my soul
that just barely keeps the blood vessels from leaking
and corrosion the thing that shaped my inner landscape?
I may be old
my joints squeaking
my mind full of memories you can't see
and my skin allergic to digitalization –
But you
with your still squeaky clean heart
those baby eyes unblinded by recognition
and those ears that hardly listen
do you even know how to breath yet?
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Forgotten.
We used to travel together, you see. And I remember even the most useless things.
Remember that time, when it was hot, so hot, that we brought ice creams at the local milk bar.
They melted in our fingers.
I remember you thought the guy behind the counter was gorgeous. You wanted to give him your number but you chickened out. I teased you the whole day.
I guess that's what friends do?
I wanted to be... so much more than friends with you. I loved you.
I remember you made sexual jokes about how sticky your hands were after the ice creams. "You're disgusting." I laughed.
We had to walk ten minutes to find a tap to wash our hands.
We used t
Literature
Youth
A thousand burning candles
lighting up a temple.
With the quenching of the last flickering flame
the aegis falls,
and the sacred building crumbles.
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This one is about people who blame themselves for everything bad that has ever happened in their life's.. Why I called it self hate. No I have never gone through this and I hope no one ever would.
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I hate myself. I fucking hate myself. I wish i could be fucking happy. But....depression....is an asshole. Anxiety is a dick. And self hate is a fucking bitch. Oh and you self harm, come here let me heal you, and fucking BABY YOU. I see that Self harm gets more attention than the others i mentioned. But those, LEAD UP TO FUCKING SELF HARM. So you should get rid of depression, bullying, abuse, and that other shit, and there will be no self harmers! Anyway...bye.