some nights i can only cry i am deeply consumed by my constant rejection from those i give my heart to — their smiles and gleaming eyes only last from the duration of me making them cum until i tell them i love them — those words may or may not mean anything but in…
Tag: creative writing
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i am disregarded, misunderstood, and forgotten an innate misfortune to punish myself for the hate forced onto me yet, i am a young mind a kind soul that has the heart of sprinkled charcoal -B
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My back hurts so badly Bent over for hours with no progress Painting the same colors of red and black Over the chest of a woman Screaming To ears that don’t exist And even in a state of shock Nothing makes sense And everyone seems pressed To move on to something next.
Leave me alone.
I don’t know what to create. In all honesty, as a creative, i only know pain. Pain in not being loved Pain in being abandoned Pain in not existing to you or myself So in these words or images I put on paper, Understand it’s my world becoming real In another that doesn’t allow me…
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