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UsedA pillow soaked with tears.
My tears.

I cry all the time out of lonlieness now.

When will you love me again?
Or will you just use me?
Really now, be honest.
Truthful.
Hate me? Why? i've been nothing but nice!

And I've always cared.
Now you're leaving.
You don't care anymore.
Try is all I did.
However, you just used me.
I only wanted a best friend.
Now you don't want me.
Good grief!

Tell me what I did wrong!
Oppressed you? Never!

Your ideas were always great!
Ooutstanding, evem! You're gone now. You don't care.
Used me. That's all I ever was to you.

LonelyBy myself again.
I don't go anywhere.
To do anything. So I sit there,
Twining my fingers together in boredom.
Except - I don't have to be.
Really. I could call a friend.

The answering machine picks up.
Eventually I leave a message to call me back.
And I cry, because I hate being alone.
Rewinding my VHS tape, I play my favourite movie.
Sad one, though. It's Fried Green Tomatoes.

I hate being alone.

Cause it hurts. It's scary.
Radical thought run through my head when I'm alone.
You guys, please don't leave me, I request as tears run down my face...

AvoidingWhen you're not here, I feel empty.
How much? A lot.
You're avoiding me.

And I'm sad.
Remember me? Or have I become invisible again?
Exceptional. That's what you used to call me.

You used to want to hang out all the time.
Outstanding, the way things change so suddenly.
Underneath my covers, I feel scared I'll lose you.

And yet, i don't call you. Because I'm scared of you, too.
Very much so. I don't want to be yeled at.
Only -
I miss you so much.
Do you miss me?
I waant to talk to you! But you're -
Not talking to me anymore.
Good grief, do you not want me anymore?

Maybe you don't. You could have told me, instead of breaking my heart.
Eve

whatever befalls the last star in the skyBeautiful Doom,
oh, she falls
93 million miles from the sun, part ii

in an inhuman race [8/365]
the world is going down
and she cradles the sky in her arms
and wonders the whereabouts of God

InvisibleI am invisible.

Always alone.
More or less never noticed – so quiet and shy.

Can I ever be noticed? Will I?
Always alone,
Never noticed – uncared for.
And I'm sick of it.
Do you see me? Do you notice me?
Always alone. I'm sure you've forgotten me by now.

No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.

Surrounded and AloneI feel surrounded by simple people
Full of lies and eyes
That seem to cripple,
My feelings my hopes my dreams and such
Are always forgoten no matter how much,
Work I do to help so many
While they see fit not to do any,
Thing to help me in my troubles
But instead just let me grow my stubble,
Of worry and sadness which I dont cut
Because whats the point when treated like a mutt,
A dog an animal a worthless beast
Who seeks nothing but affection and worth at least,
Some people are better and work with me still
Instead of deciding I'm easier to kill,
Cruelly gruesomely and without remorse
While still I try to fix whats worse,
Than before and conti

Solo es una mision y nada masPrologo:

A veces la vida da una vuelta de 360° sin darte cuenta,mi vida cambio de pagina, hubo otro comienzo,no el mas agradable pero empezo algo asi, era mi cumple años numero 16, yo no esperaba celebrar pero mis padres insistieron, nos acababamos de mudar hace unas semanas, la verdad nose porque razon, mis padres decian que era por "trabajo" yo solo sabia que estaria aqui un buen rato, eran vacaciones asi que no tendria que preocuparme por la escuela, mis padres platicaban con los vecinos que eran la vecina Adeleine y su hijo de 13 años Renee, su padre habia muerto en un accidente en auto, yo solo intentaba quitarme el ri

Don't Walk In My Shoes (contest entry)Mom seems to hate me - always on about my grades.
Yet all I do is try my best.

Little good it does though.
I'm still going to get bad grades.
Future outlook? Not great.
Even though I try, I suck.

Still can't raise my grades. Can't be with friends.
Understand? I don't. Hang out with friends, she says. I make plans.
Can I go? I ask. No, she says.
Kicks me in the emotions. Parent logc.
Stupid, isn't it?

Rendering my life anti-social.
Even though they want me to be social.
And I hardly ever get out.
Like, I almost never ask either so I don't get yelled at.
Love them, do I? you ask.
Yes, I suppose. But I prefer home over school because -

Bulli

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That Old Old Car

by ~GrimAsEver, Sep 23, 2012, 8:02:18 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Visual & Found Poetry

She loved that old car. The rust and tarnish shone as bright as a diamond ring to her, yet shed's rather have that old car.
That old car, with the broken handles and a broken horn.
That old car, with food smudges on the windows.
That old car, so full of ^memories.
Throughout the years, the car became her best friend.
Throught society changes, when that simple old car was no longer accepted, her love for it remained.
Society wanted fancy new sports cars, shinyohsoshinyinterior.
With a million and one radio stations. Yet her car only got _{_static.}
In her eyes, the car was b e a u t i f u l.
Maybe not in the eyes of other people,
But beauty is in the eye of the beholder, right?

That Old Old Carby ~GrimAsEver

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Visual & Found Poetry

_{This is my contest entry for #Penpa. The prompt is 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.'
Summary: I personally believe that 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' means, that no matter if something is old, dirty, or rusty.. it can still be considered beautiful. Even if it's not societies ideal of beautiful.
Contest Entry Journal: [link]
I hope you enjoy.}

*Cuddlepuss Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Insightful as ever, and a brilliant piece of decriptive text, well done.

~GrimAsEver Sep 24, 2012 Student Writer

_{Thank you so much.}

*Cuddlepuss Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

You're more than welcome.

~BewareNerdyNinjas Sep 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I font know about this contest, but I would pick this as the winner c:

~GrimAsEver Sep 23, 2012 Student Writer

_{Aw, thank you so much, love.}

~BewareNerdyNinjas Sep 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Youre welocme, love

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~a7xforever88 Sep 23, 2012 Student General Artist

i like.

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_{Thank you. :3}

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