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I Hate YouI have something to say to a certain someone. Someone who I know will read this. Do you want to know what my secret is--even though it isn't much of a secret to the person this is meant for?

I hate you.

I hate you because you're always lying, always pretending everything is okay and just making up excuse after excuse.

I hate you because you can't just suck it up and stop being such a child, trying to make everyone else just as miserable as you.

I hate you because you never seem to do your best anymore, even though you insist time after time that you are.

I hate you because you're pathetic and weak, and you're too terrified to go through

What is fear?I was told to find out about fear. They said to ask people what fear was. So first, I asked a small child.

“What is fear?”

The child frowned thoughtfully. “Fear is when the monsters under your bed are out to get you and you know it, but your mommy and daddy don’t believe you.”

I thanked him and kept going. Next, I asked an old woman.

“What is fear?”

The old woman looked sad. “Fear is the feeling of death creeping up on you and you knowing it is impossible to stop. Fear is being helpless to stop it. Be thankful that you are still young.”

I nodded thanks and kept moving. Finally, I ask

ArtistI am an artist;
I paint pictures just as you,
Vivid swirls of greys and hues
Of purples and reds,
And greens and blues.

Sometimes its dark,
Sometimes its light,
Sometimes I fear-
Something not right.

With my brush I dot and dash-
Swish across to add a slash,
Spill some here,
Throw some there.
Once I'm done its everywhere.

I see the Greats,
And wonder if
This kind of brush
Is far too stiff;
For it doesn't bend,
And hardly sways,
I'm left to wonder,
Artistic ways.

NecromancyShe replaces her wrists
with the sharp thorns
of roses and slurred
don't-touch-me's

-

as she speaks
in an old tongued
language that whispers

de

cipher

me.

-

She collects stars
on her knuckles,
& her dust eyes
are sad moon nebulas
starved for love.

-

But, the kisses
she sinks into the curve
of her lover's ribcage
by night, warm that
supernova heart.

All EndsIf you cut you'll bleed
If you bleed you'll die
If you're sad you'll smile
And if you smile it's a lie

If you lie you'll live
If you live you'll die
If you cheat you'll win
And if you win you'll cry

If you cry you'll lose
If you lose you'll die
If you run you'll stay
And if you stay you'll fly

If you fly you'll fall
If you fall you'll die
'Cause no-one will catch you
If your life is a lie.

GlassI always laugh when you refer to me as glass.
Not just because of the way you say it,
(glass-as-in-gas).
Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility.

Glass is pure.
I am like granite -
my body nullified from too many clashing traits.

Glass is transparent.
I am like clay -
illegible from all the plastered smiles.

Glass is unyielding.
I am like chalk -
easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things.

Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals,
tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools.

I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses,
coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness.

No, my love,
I was never glass. (Despite

The words I finally figured out how to say.I know I always say that I don't have the right words, because I really don't...

But I'm going to try and put them down right now.

Growing up in the age of the Internet, we were always told to be wary and watch out. Since, you know, everyone is a perverted old man waiting to come and kidnap you.

But frankly...you guys are the best friends I have ever had. Through the emails, videos, phone calls, FaceTimes, etc...

You guys are the only reason I haven't completely given up yet.

I just want you all to know that sometimes I wish I could just rip off the screen and jump into it, so there wasn't hundreds of miles between us like there is now.

You'll never break meHit me
Hate me
Kick me
Bruise me
Love me
Betray me
Curse me
Disrespect me
Abuse me
Beat me
Hurt me
But
you'll
never
break
me.

It Is (Depression)It is a shroud of black velvet.
It is the violent ocean in the dead of night.
It is the monster in the shadows; the Vashta Nerada.
It is the final crash of symbols in Carmina Burana.

It is impossible to lift.
it is impossible to breathe.
It is impossible to see.
It is the only thing that can be heard.

It is why the stars disappear at night.
It is why every light drifts by without stopping.
It is why the gnawing starts and never ceases.
It is why nothing else matters in the end.

It is my disease.
It is my disability.
It is my misfortune.
It is my death sentence.

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~fatcatbeatrice Jan 12, 2013 Hobbyist Photographer

How I've felt for so many years now...
I can relate to each one of these sentences...
...But then I'm sure many people can...
Thank you~

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*lonely-in-winter Dec 2, 2012 Professional Writer

I've been there! More times than one... The world just seems to wear you down until you feel like there is nothing left...

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=Naseki Dec 2, 2012 Hobbyist Digital Artist

The feels...

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Mood: Sadness

~MageCeleste Dec 1, 2012

This is exactly how I feel some days.

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~Reach7 Nov 25, 2012

I feel ya.

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~XXxTheWickedWolfxXX Nov 25, 2012

except the being different part and the wishing to start all over part, this totally discribes my life right now, sadly..-_-

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Mood: Joy

~cherimonlover1209 Nov 24, 2012

its funny how these things seem to find us in context , its a lovely and relatble piece

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~homestarrunnerfan1 Nov 24, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

some times i think a few of these things

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~lyssaLuv Nov 24, 2012

wow, this is exactly me

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~lizzy-dark-rose Nov 24, 2012

1 you got this from tumblr.
2 [link] this has been on DA sense 2010

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