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I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to kick and punch
And get rid of these emotions
Inside of me.
But I wont.
Because that ruins my image
Of a normal girl.
Outside is a normal
Happy, hyper girl.
Inside are all the
Emotions that I can't show.
I want to scream
And shout
And hit
And run away
And cry until I cant see
But I wont
Because you all
Wouldn't handle the real me.
The one who's bitchy
The one that's over sensitive
The one that doesn't listen
The one who hates everything
So leave me alone
So I can cry
And scream
And shout
So that I can be
The person
That no one else sees.
I want to cry
I want to kick and punch
And get rid of these emotions
Inside of me.
But I wont.
Because that ruins my image
Of a normal girl.
Outside is a normal
Happy, hyper girl.
Inside are all the
Emotions that I can't show.
I want to scream
And shout
And hit
And run away
And cry until I cant see
But I wont
Because you all
Wouldn't handle the real me.
The one who's bitchy
The one that's over sensitive
The one that doesn't listen
The one who hates everything
So leave me alone
So I can cry
And scream
And shout
So that I can be
The person
That no one else sees.
Literature
What it wasn't.
No, my love. It's not the way you don't listen when I speak.
I've realized that you do listen. You just forget.
No, my sweetheart. It's not the way you don't find me witty.
I've learnt that our senses of humour are different.
No, my darling. It's not the way you pick on my flaws.
I've understood that you love me despite them.
No, my dear. It's not the way you always ignore me like I'm just a girl.
I've figured out that I'm more even when your friends ask who I am.
No, my pet. It's not the way you never call me back when I need you.
I've come to the conclusion that you won't be there when I need you.
No, my sweet. It's not that you d
Literature
Running Away
"What are you afraid of?" He had asked her as they lay there, under a bay window that showed a velvet black sky, sprinkled with sparkling diamonds. After a few minutes, a hand reached out and took his. He looked down at the soft hand, paper white with rivulets of sapphire under the skin. It had never occurred to him just how much he loved her hands until now.
"Would you like the truth? Or will a lie suffice?" A dulcet voice whispered. She had still not turned to look at him, but her hand in his remained strong.
"The truth." He always asked her for the truth. He didn't want rubies of falsehood, of lies, to ruin what they had taken so long to
Literature
Tired.
I, am tired.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
Tired.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Live underwater
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Come true.
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I am going through that now. My friend, my crush, my soulmate, moved away. I feel lost now. So I wear I mask that no one thinks is fake. The mask is also a hyper girl, who smiles and laughs, but in the inside I'm rotting, decaying, being stabbed over and over, and over again. It hurts like hell.