unfortunate
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If you can, sunshine, look up at the sky.
There you'll see stars, and this all will pass by.
Our world is on fire, but just hold on tight.
I'll sing to you, sugar. Our last lullaby.
We are the unfortunate ones,
The ones forged by ash and claimed by fire,
The ones whose whispers they hear as they dance through the blood red sky,
I became the shelter, a safe haven, a building of four cement walls and a celling.
Study enough to survive the storms, and the battles outside of my doors.
Another world inside of me
That no one else will ever see
Mostly it is comforting
But in the dark
where no one sees
It's actually quite lonely..
What curtain? Where?
Do you mean my shower curtain,
Torn from the wall ages ago? Oops!
I'm looking in on a life that's not mine
Its not even a nine
You got me jealous
Acting all over zealous
You're far from perfect as can be seen by your life
Seventeen
Im done
Im sick and tired
Of your shun
Its icy
Blizzardly
My price
Is misery
I suffice.
Im sick
Im done.
Youre not the only one.
My head, it hurts
The reflection I see is not me.
the person I want to be, is someone that I can't be.
the things I say and do are different then what I want.
I'm a person, who is lost.
can someone find me?
The reflection I see is not me.
the person I want to be, is someone that I can't be.
the things I say and do are different then what I want.
I'm a person, who is lost.
can someone find me?
Last time I checked I was in college,
paying a whole lot of money to gain some sort of knowledge.
I am surrounded by students who have absolutely no clue,
and teachers who do nothing but preach their world views.
Once a man that had to fight,
Spent all his life at a decent height,
He used his size to scare people away,
While his grandma had loved him every day,
Being an aspie can be a source of misery or a source of pride, it’s all in the bearer’s perception. “What’s an aspie?” you might ask. It’s a term for someone who bears the rigorous condition of aspergers.
Yo dad
You remember signing my birth certificate?
I bet you were so glad
What about when I first got my ears pierced
You remember right
You were there when I shed those tears
In childhood I learned, as the books I loved would say, that if you're pretty and it's earned, someone will take you far away.
Can a love be forever binding?
To return when others cripple
As thought of extraneous suitors sour.
Relic of the time that has tick tocked,
Souvenir of the heart's gift shop,
It’s hard to miss something you never really had, But that’s all part of not having a dad Don’t get me wrong, I wish he were here, But like always he’s no where near. He’d be angry to know I’ve lost all respect,
I'm a statistic because of my family.I'm the derivative of a broken home.A shattered background of instability and hardship defines me.The remnants of my childhood are just bits and pieces
Hair like ebony fuzz upon her head
With ancient dry skin drooping down her face
Square spectacles frame her weary eyes red
Tired from the toil she must embrace
Ashy, hairless arms splotched with burns and scars
