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mk Dec 2015
your kindness is patronizing
keep your pity to yourself
i'd rather lose you
than lose myself
Kendra Wilson Dec 2015
No matter how strong I seem about the
subject of love...
I hope I PROVE MYSELF WRONG
I hope someone will love me
I don't want to FEEL EMPTY anymore
   to the point where I am UNUSED VACANCY
I want to GROW old WITH SOMEONE.


But if not...
If SOMEONE WON'T LOVE ME
I'LL do what has to be done, DIE EARLY,
die LONELY, EMPTY, memories torturing me, searching for a soul to share with.

But you know LOVE doesn't EXIST.
well hello again.
karen dannette Nov 2015
I'm alive today, but not sure why
I've been thinking a lot about life and when I will die.
It's sad to say, but truth often is
I'm left here in this empty abyss of loneliness.

Sitting upon my pity-*** gains me nothing in the end
I wish I would've considered my actions, now without my friend.
Crushed and polluted within my mind
A crime scene inside my brain you will only find.

So, what is the solution to the problem at hand?
How can I correct what has already been done and still be able to stand?
Should I run away or stay to face the music and internally die?
I know that I'm sick and tired of always wanting to cry.

I know God exists and he has a purpose for my life.
I know that he loves me and will always make a way, leading me away from strife.
So, now that I remember that beautiful promise he made to me...
I'm asking the Lord to carry my burden and help me to be eternally free.

Do I still think about morbidity and the way it would look upon my death?
Am I so selfish to be concerned with how I will take my last breath?
No, I refuse to give up and let the evil one win.
I'm going to turn my life over to him again.
muteD Nov 2015
Guilt is a massive hurricane,
Wrecking havoc like a tornado.
Stealing your emotions, leaving you blank like a wall.
Screeching in you ears,
And clawing at your soul.
Smothering forgiveness in the flames of hatred for yourself.
Attacking your will to live.
Leaving you like a whimpering baby seal.
Or screaming like a baby craving human touch.
Until all hope is lost and

You're looking up, drowning in a sea of pity, and helplessness.

Screaming from the top of your lungs on the ledge:
**"I'm Sorry!!"
:) This poem was actually for my poetry class, but I thought you guys would like it too!!!
Vanessa Marie Nov 2015
Oh where did I go?
"What a shame!"
They'd all say as I'd sit
Waving my white flag
"I hope you feel better!"
One always blurts out
With eyes of pity and curiosity
Creeping over my being
What a terribly awful gesture
You see I too hope I'll feel better
Oh but please tell me
How can one do so
When all that surrounds are onlookers
ZT Oct 2015
I am a monster

Though I am a being who dwells in the light
My body is but a hollow shell
And that is my plight

You can cut me up
But darkness just spills over
And I get right back up

I am a monster

I feel nothing
So I feed on anything
Everything

I feed on love
To color my insides with *red

To have that emotion about *passion

Playing with fire on your bed

I feed on sadness
With side dishes of pity and loneliness
To color my insides with shades of blue
Alone stuck in forever
Like glue

I feed on youth
With a touch of innocence
Like the feeling of pink
When a simple wink
Can turn into a strong link

I feed on betrayal
The core of revenge and heartache
Like the serene color of deep green
Tainted with muddy brown just like the lake
Rained down upon
By seemingly harmless drops
Then turns to a knife

I feed on happiness
Like a bright yellow sun
Mixed with with a fruity essence
Of orange
To have that smile as bright as the sun
And as sweet as an orange

I feed on regret and disgust
Violet and indigo
Like a feeling after
You have let lust
Take over

And i drink from the tears
Shed by feeling this emotions
Like a crystal clear diamond
A precious gem from such hardness
Then sparkles, shines bright. Even the brightest

But at the end of the day
I feed on anything, everything
And everything just turns into nothing
Swallowed by the darkness in me
A monster inside me

And that monster is **me
Color of a monster complete
ZT Oct 2015
I feed on sadness
With side dishes of pity and loneliness
To color my insides with shades of blue
Alone stuck in forever
Like glue
Color of a monster series
Lily Oct 2015
The dead must have pity us
Laugh right in front of our crying faces
Because they know a secret we don't
That's it's better to be dead than alive
Tess Calogaras Sep 2015
Who awoke to a cold lonely morning

in the shade of unspoken words from 
yesteryears?

Laid upon your pillow which you drooled

among slumber and woke drench in old

*pity.

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