Feb 22, 2015
the outcast is pretty sure
you're not coming back
no one ever goes back
to a shattered heart
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the outcast is pretty sure
you're not coming back
no one ever goes back
to a shattered heart
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what cancer causes
death takes on a new new in your mouth, when someone closest to you dies.
death takes on a sour taste when you witness someone taking their final breath.
death tastes bitter when you're unable to do anything besides watch that breath be taken and hope there is no pain.
August 8th, 2014
Today was a long day, but the beginning to an even longer week,
of working to the bones,
to get money for college,
and food in my mothers and my belly.
For my father is unable to sustain my mother and I,
he is now a mantel decoration.
it’s chill, I thought you were my friend. But apparently I’m a child, Compared to you now, And that my issues are to stupid To interfere with your grown up world.
The thought of seeing that someone Helps to get the outcast through a task, Or even their day.
But when the outcast is denied The ability see that person, They fall deeper into their pit of despair.
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Tomorrow, Let’s hope, That things will go well.
Tomorrow, Let’s hope, That you won’t fall for me.
Tomorrow, Let’s hope, That I’m able to escape for a little while.
Tomorrow, Let’s hope, That my hand doesn’t fit perfectly into yours.
Tomorrow, Let’s hope, That I’m able to forget my woes for an hour or two.
Tomorrow, Let’s hope, That I’m not everything you hoped for.
For tomorrow, You will find out The truth, about me.
For tomorrow We meet, For the first and probably
Last
Time.
I see why you're mad, I see why you're acting the way you are, I understand how crazy your emotions can be, But ignoring me is only making me feel like a piece of shit over something that is rather stupid.
I know what I did this afternoon, Was very stupid of me. You've forced yourself upon me before. So why did I agree to go out to dinner? Why did I agree to go back to your house?
If it wasnt for me being bigger than you, There being a tampon blocking your way, And that your parents were in the next room, What I was stupid enough to believe might not happen, Would of happened, And it would of been all my fault.
I wouldn't of complained to anyone, I dont have anyone to even talk to.
There wouldn't of even been a point in talking, If you had got your way, Because I knew all of the outcomes, Before I even said yes to hanging out with you.
So i'll just hide the bite marks, The bruises from your not-so-gentle kisses, And cover up the pain with a smile,
Until next time.