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princessropebunni92Text

Would it even matter if I said I give up? Does it even bother you that I’m falling apart. Does it matter that I don’t want to do this anymore. I didn’t sign up for life. I surrender. I just don’t want to do this anymore -

#sadgirl, #sad poem, #i am sad, #sad thoughts, #sad but true, #i am the main character

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eveduhText

A gdy dusza twa skruszy się,

Nie przybędzie na pomoc twój Anioł Stróż,

Będziesz wiedział, że zostałeś sam.

Została ci tylko pustka i ból.

Me

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princessropebunni92Text

Ready to jump off the curb -

#sadgirl, #i am sad, #sad poem

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biladersnhayrdrText

tam başardım derken neden tercihin gitmekten yana ?

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poetrybykText

Nothing

i yearn the feeling

the feeling of belonging

no,

i yearn feeling

something

other than taking

and mimicking emotions

that are not mine

when i am alone with

nobody or nothing

i become nobody, nothing

i am consumed by emptiness

i am consumed by thoughts

thoughts that i consider normal

but others apparently consider dark,

twisted

and worrying

but nobody knows

nobody knows because

when i have nothing to feed off

nothing to mimic

i become the real me

the real me who is nothing

a shell of who i am seen to be

you might question how nobody notices

i don’t

you might think that my reactions to words

are genuine, meanwhile i am forced to give a

reaction to hurtful words like a reflex action that

makes me shut down and runaway

but in the end i am still reduced to nothing

and in the end i believe that, that what i am

is nothing.

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jeffsamirsblogText

Mi vida es un completo desastre, pero a pesar de eso siempre trato de sobrellevarla con una sonrisa, se que atrás de esa sonrisa me estoy partiendo en mil pedazos pero pues agg que puedo hacer:’(

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nirvanoidaText

It’s killing me..

It’s killing me slowly and precisely..

It’s killing me alive.

It’s killing me like the Sun kills the Moon every morning..

..maybe just a bad dream..

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blinkhornText

When I was a child

fear was manifest,

it took the shape

of a man’s hand,

of words hurled in anger,

and the rules lay stretched

like barbed wire fences,

comfortingly solid as they

tore your hands up.

Now that I am grown

fear is a ghost

it is the shadow of his hand

and the echo of their words,

where the rules now cut

as well as caress in unequal measure.

It is because fear is always

much more fearsome when not understood,

that I long for the yoke of order:

Such is my debt, and such is my shame.

#poem, #poetry, #poets on tumblr, #original poetry, #original poem, #cptsd, #sad poem, #blinkhorn

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blogadrianaleite-blogText

MOMENTOS

(Não é um poema)

Hoje estou alegre

Sinto a felicidade que sempre me perseguiu

A felicidade triste

A tristeza que me deia sorrir

Zombar dela

Sendo que

Quando zombo dela

Eu zombo de mim

Arrasto-me no chão

O frio na barriga congela

O corpo treme

Porém, eu estou sorrindo

Começo a gargalhar

Rolo no chão

Descontrolada

Animada

A tristeza oferece a sua mão

Sorrindo

Será ela a minha felicidade?

Onde está o sorriso sincero e puro

A alegria descontraída

Encaro infelicidade

_Vai me rejeitar?

Em quem, além de mim, confiarás?

Moments
(It’s not a poem)

Today I’m happy
I feel the happiness that has always haunted me
Sad happiness
The sadness that would give me smile
Mock her
Since
When I mock her
I mock myself

I drag myself to the ground
Cold in belly freezes
The body trembles
However, I’m smiling
I start laughing
Roll on the floor
Uncontrolled
Lively

Sadness offers its hand
Smiling
Is she my happiness?
Where is the sincere and pure smile
The relaxed joy
I face unhappiness
_Vai reject me?
Who, besides me, will you trust?

#hapness, #sad poem, #sad, #felicidade, #sorriso, #lutapelavida, #luta, #forçainterior, #confiança, #poema

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xxxxfiText

No sé cuánto tiempo más pueda soportar este vacío, esta soledad. Por más que parezca que está todo bien, en el fondo, sé que la tristeza me espera con los brazos abiertos.

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yesjojobirdflyhighText

Ghost ship of my life,

Weighted down by coffins

Sailing out

On the evening tide

-Charles Simic | Black Butterfly

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any0101Text

Sim. Ainda é sobre você. A sensação de náusea, por conta da ansiedade. Aquela dorzinha no peito, que ainda insiste em tirar meu sono. Esse corpo vazio vagando pelas noites em busca de algum sentido. Ainda é tudo sobre você. Ainda sou eu juntando meus caquinhos e tentando me refazer.

#love, #sad poem

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thediaryofawolfText

You once asked me why I’m always gone when you wake up.

I smirked and gave you some bullshit line, knowing the real answer is too heavy for you.

The real answer?

You twitch in your sleep, and my mind never fully rests when you’re around. One movement, one sound from you and suddenly I’m awake.

It’s an established routine – one that makes me happy and breaks my heart at the same time.

It starts with a dry mouth – reaching over you for the water bottle you keep on the table. I’ll search for my phone in the mass of tangled sheets. I find a few missed calls from my friend, wondering where I disappeared to (and a few ‘get it bitchhhhh’ texts from when she inevitably figured it out). Then I’ll find my clothes - the ones you so carelessly stripped me of the night before.

And then … I linger, crawling back into bed. I’ll watch you for a while, committing every beautiful detail to memory. I’ll indulge myself with just a little more time spent in your arms, my head on your chest – lulled by the deep thump thump thump of your heartbeat.

When dawn comes, I feel pulled toward the door. I always kiss you one last time before I go, and you always kiss me back.

Sometimes I’ll cry when I get to my car. Sometimes I won’t.

Fuck it. The real answer?

I leave before you wake up, because I can’t bear to watch you go first.

>K.E.

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blvcksxulText

It was stupid from me to think that you would still be interested in me after you know all my flaws…I should’ve known that nobody can love someone like me…