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Letter to Kyle by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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Letter to Kyle

Please ignore me. Please just act like I don't exist. That's what it will take for me to be okay. Okay? You underestimate how much I hurt. Your off hand remarks just cut me publicly. What am I supposed to say? I can't hide it; It's on my face. Staff Sargent can see I'm angry. He doesn't see that my anger is a mask just to hide pain. "Harness that anger... don't you let go of that bar.." He didn't see My heart was ripping out of my chest. The only thing keeping me from losing it entirely crying screaming is the occasional cigarette. Keeps me from eating my heart out too. "I'm starving. Literally. I want to

Rum on the Brain by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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Rum on the Brain

I've got a sick brain always sad and I don know what to do about it's always wanting answers that nobody has where do I go when I've got nothing left set up some anti-theft So not just any one can steal my heart away Re-evaluate my life and where I'm going try to find some hope; try to keep that live ball rolling so I watch it roll down a hill, up a hill keep watching til I've had my fill I don't have to see it just to know its real. Never been so good and never been so bad too many contradictions this is the best I've ever had. Tomorrow will probably bring some really crazy things, but at the end of the day I can't

Njosnavelin by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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Njosnavelin

Yes, I know I am less than the optimal amount of stimulated. Wonder if your ears can hear my heart Bam Bam Bam like I hear in my ears. Yes, I know Nothing changes my mind wonder if your ears can hear my thoughts Tick Tick Tick in my head. Yes, I know we've only loved each other one month but I know you (At least it feels like I do) wonder if you feel that ache Stab Stab Stab like I do in my stomach and legs Yes, I know we will not see each other for at least six months we will be different because we won't have been able to communicate events in our lives wonder if you can taste the blood Click Click Click from me biting

P.O.W. by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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P.O.W.

I feel like a pris'ner of war but this war was mine I wasted time locking myself up P.O. (dubs) jail where I tortured myself starved with no water no good clothes or shelter; It's gunna take time time to get better (recover) yeah, if there is any better. I don' know what to tell you other than you were the guard in front of my cell; you let me do this to myself, and while I know not to blame you its still too hard just looking up at you. Rewind, remember back in peace time when the sun was shining, and everything was fine. What happened? What brought me here? Did I think that I want this? Did I want to disappear? Most times, I think the ans

Self by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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Self

I am weak. I can't tell anyone else what to do unless it is something I wanted done myself. I can't tell people I care about no because I want them to be happy. I want to kill myself because of the anxiety I feel when I look at myself. When I see photos of me, it's hard for me to see that I looked that way; I can barely recodnise myself. I get frustrated from things that should not be so difficult and I am picky about things that are not concrete. I feel like I cannot break the promises I've made no matter how much it hurts me. I feel that I am trapped so I don't hurt anyone including myself. I think with a lot of "I's"

Why I am Leaving You by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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Why I am Leaving You

These words do not need me not at all, not at all the way that I need them. I left my "man", and he is leaving, now no one is needing me at all. It all started with his attitude, it finished with a church. Now I am sad, and he is sad, but he's still leaving me and I am still moving on. But right now, it just cuts open my heart Every day wondering "How will I live with out him?" This pain is still fresh, not scars, they're wounds; they still seep and bleed with each move I make. He was a good man, mostly, hardly laid his fingers on me, was trying to set things straight, but I pulled him a curvey way, never finishe

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Right now by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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Right now

For every day that i watch my family pull itself apart it is one day just one precious day, closer to being alone. Already in two one here one there a choice to stay or go between lying and hiding the difference being who tells the lies. Them or me. Every minute of screaming every pill they're taking its pulling me apart. One for a diversion to mask the pain the other to make smiles but neither are working and the living room has become a battle field. Toys from a lost five year old a couch that serves as a bed, the coffee table dinner table scratched and worn from bleach all is quiet once she goes to sle

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Letter to Kyle by blown-into-oblivian, literature

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Njosnavelin

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Wednesday by Noitcefrep, literature

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Wednesday

Blue. The sky was beyond blue After days encased in greyness, And I let go. Let go, and just...flew. No logic, no gravity, No fear or common sense, Nothing but that blue sky, And you, And me, And the water and the city and... Not a single cloud. Not one. That moment, that perfect moment, That kiss, how you held me, That is what forever is made of: That brilliant blue sky, Without a cloud, without question, Or worry, or consequence, just... Blue.

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Hunger

"Hunger" Should we walk a little closer to the edge, Daring a look into depths unknown? Or shall we step back from the ledge, And watch as others coast down? Spiraling into oblivion, Never landing peaceful and content, Feet forever faltering, Not allowing their decent, When will this end? Should we buy tickets, To the second show? Of what is to be the aftermath, A life to never be shown, But to be in black and white, Forever exulting this behavior, Color is drained, or maybe withheld, With intent to punish its pursuers, Only wanting to experience this, This range of emotion, Mandated by the hierarchy, Of which we bow, C

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blown-into-oblivian

Dec 16, 2011

December 16, 2001 0003

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How was your day? lol i'm just sardonic enough to laugh i'll be fine        I'm sorry that you're having such a rough time lately        thats what life is        if it werent, it wouldnt be living        I hear that sentiment        everyone has a rough time all the time        but do you believe it, really?        thats the real question        when hamlet said to be or not to be        this is what he meant ;)        does it really get better? does it really get worse?        and he paid for his trespasses in full        most of us wont        so we end up haunted by them        it eventually gets better