Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • My phone has become a beacon of all the people that don’t want to talk to me

    Don’t want to deal with me

    And I want to go back to sleep

    Heh

    I even felt that sick twinge of hope when I picked it up

    Maybe someone said something to me

    Another joke about me being hopeful

    I want to go back to sleep

    The name Briar Rose always felt right but maybe it’s right

    Maybe I should just sleep until I die

    God knows no one’s coming

    I no longer want to engage in a world that doesn’t want me

    Doesn’t accept me

    Doesn’t see me

    Doesn’t want to put up with me

    I dream of him

    My mind imagines we’re friends

    It makes reality taste awful

    Even repeating dreams where he is there are better than endless days alone

    There’s always someone there in my dreams

    I’d rather talk to a thousand faces that are just myself than speak to no one ever

    I think I will go back to sleep

    There is nothing to keep me here

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  • Really, no one will care if I sleep away my life

    No one will miss me

    If I actually died it would be weeks before anyone noticed

    Rather

    They seem to think that’s fine

    My mum doesn’t care if I don’t wake up

    No one else does either

    I don’t know why I bothered getting out of bed for so long

    My dreams on repeat are still better than being awake in reality

    I’ll pack a thousand unpackable rooms

    I’ll wait hours for hard drugs that aren’t coming with my abusive ex

    I’ll spend days lost in a subway system

    Not even my dreams are worth living for

    I remember when I tried to kill myself as a birthday present for my sister

    Yup it’s fucked up

    What’s more fucked up is that it was my fault

    And not my sister’s for putting me in that space

    But to die now

    I would merely fade away into nothing

    Haha

    He said he’d softly pull away but he can’t and I’m the one who’s going to disappear unheard unseen

    Reaching out to nothing

    Over and over again

    They say if you reach out someone will be there

    But I’ve been to this edge before so many times

    No one is there

    And I want to jump so badly

    I feel like people would rather kill me than deal with me

    Like if I was dead I’d be doing the universe a favour.

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  • I’m so sick of being bounced between shitty situations

    One to the other

    Hungry, thirsty,

    Desperate for things that keep me alive

    This bitch is about to smack me with her water bottle

    Because personal space doesn’t apply to me

    And my bus is coming soon but these people are crowding me and I can’t see the road because they’re more important than me

    I hate buses

    Being taunted by people with water

    I’m so fucking thirsty

    And I have to wait 3 and a half hours before I can drink anything

    At least I’ll be on the bus soon and I won’t be thirsty sitting on the side of the road in the Sun

    Sol I love you

    You’re too close

    Oh I’d been loving these cool days where I could sit in you and just be

    Now you’re too close

    And I’m just dehydrated and pissed off that I have to suffer

    Again

    More

    It’s never enough

    I feel so sick

    Like I’m going to throw up

    Have been for an hour

    This place is fucked

    My life is fucked up

    I could just walk into traffic

    It would be so easy

    Life is precious

    But what of me?

    Left to live, alone, hungry, thirsty

    Just living to experience awfulness

    This pointless life

    At least I wouldn’t be thirsty anymore

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  • I got excited as she reached for the vines

    I thought

    Someone like me who touches the nature

    Then flinched as she ripped several leaves off

    Not like me

    Then at the crosswalk she turned to me

    Is that Cinnamoroll?

    My crochet buddy

    Yes, it is

    And we chatted about our love for Sanrio for a moment

    But a moment

    My life is filled with these moments

    But it’s never anything but

    Endlessly meeting and parting

    It just repeats like a skip on the CD of my life

    Sounds a little different each time it’s just a moment in time

    And I’ve waited

    And bothered

    And fumed

    And fawned

    How am I to believe

    In our meeting

    When they always walk away

    I always say have a good day

    Take care

    I want to be someone worthy of hello.

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  • It’s not fair that you taunt me with my own suicidal thoughts

    Like my inability to want to stay in this world is anything but a reflection of the world itself

    Not me

    I don’t know why you do this

    Take things I loved and make them weapons against me

    Brains are so fucking awful

    You make me feel guilty for wanting to die when the only good things in my life don’t show any affection

    There is none

    When I sit in my chair for days

    Waiting for something good to happen

    Am I very selfish?

    I’d like one friend and an affectionate but not sexual relationship with someone

    I keep thinking maybe I misunderstood what friendship was

    Maybe I want seven friends so I can talk to a different one every day of the week and then they won’t get tired of me talking to them

    I feel like seven friends is more than I deserve though

    Please?

    Anyone

    Someone

    Maybe I could handle being poor if every day want spent sitting around being reminded how poor I am

    I don’t know, everyone gets tired of me

    Banished

    When I get tired of me I sleep

    That’s probably what I’m going to do when I get home

    Log out of reality

    Even my forever repeating dreams are better than this

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  • I’ve always hated my hands

    Imagine if they hold some tale of the mockery my life is?

    No marriages

    Not that I even want to get married

    I just want to be with someone

    Marriage stopped being idyllic when my parents split up

    And continues its stories of shame as I learn more about how my dad treated my mum

    Does my hand explain why I’m alone?

    I’m having one of those moments the silence gets to me

    Colourful

    Bright

    And alone

    Always enjoying the world around me

    These others

    Today my eyes are a green I cannot describe

    If I didn’t do these little things

    I’m just trying to get someone to notice me

    Here I am, forever invisible

    I wish someone was here to make me feel less invisible

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