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I am not a songbird
I am a raven
My voice is hoarse from all the tears I've cried
Despite my unwelcoming appearance I am a gentle creature
A loving bird

I am not evil
I do not kill for pleasure
My cry scares off all those who hear it
They don't even listen to what I say
I am a bird of meaning
A bird of love
I do not lash out in anger unless I have reason to

I am sweet
I am caring
I am beautiful
But I am sad
I am lonely
I am unloved

You look into my eyes
And turn your head in disgust
You see my tears and spit on me
You hear my cry and kick me away

A sweet fox beacons to you
Her luxurious orange-red coat attracts you to

Kindness Passed By (The Scapegoat)Those with a gentle heart get kicked first
They are the ones who are always taken for granted
I was always that person
I am that person
I am responsible for the actions of those around me
It is my job to make everything right
Even if it is not my fault
I am the scapegoat
I am used for my kindness
And blamed when things go wrong
But I don't mind
I never mind
Because it is my job to fix this
Its my job to fix everything
And yet
At the end of the day
You still won't remember my name
You don't remember me
I am the scapegoat
And I don't mind
I can't mind

Thirty Minutes

I have thirty minutes

This clock is ticking
My pulse is getting weaker
As I stare blankly up at the ceiling
Thoughts of you
Of us
Fill my vision
I wish you could see how deeply
Truly
Madly in love with you I am
And how much you've hurt me so
My vision is starting to blur
My senses are becoming less attuned
It's almost time

Tears form in my eyes
I think about my very last breath
How soon it will be here
I'm not ready to die
There's so much more I wanted to do
With you

I'd give anything
ANYTHING
To just be friends with you again
To see your smile
To hear your laugh
Oh how I long to hear your sweet, wonderful voice
Whi

Your Beck and CallYou don't treat me with respect
So why do I give it to you?
You see me as garbage
While I see you as a king
I am at your beck and call
I've been nothing but nice to you
Giving you everything you always wanted
So when you wanted me out of your life
I reluctantly had to oblige
So you could be happy

I know you didn't read what I wrote to you
You probably threw it in the trash
Because you've forgotten about me
But I haven't forgotten about you
Not a day goes by where I don't think of you
How much I miss you
I miss us
Being friends or more

Sometimes I lie in bed all day
Too depressed to get up
But despite how miserable I may be

The choice.Do I want to die?
I don't know.
How would I die?
A slow and painful death?
Or quick and painless?
Does it really matter to you?
I suppose not.
I just want to escape.
Run away to a land far beyond.
Beyond the world that I thought I once knew.
The world that has turned so cold.
So cold, its driving me to this.
My own death.
The bullies.
The pressure.
The looks.
But that's oaky.
I'm happy to go.
Happy to be dead.
I wouldn't have to worry.
Worry, bout the petty things in life.
Bout, the lies and betrayal.
Bout anything.
Just that light, at the end of the tunnel.
Best part?
No one will notice.
There won't have to be no ap

It Is In Times Like TheseIt is in times like these that I don't want to talk,
but must remain optimistic, tall and proud,
Just leaving that turmoil behind.
Even if only for one day.

It is in times like these that I must think of others,
Remember that selflessness is uplifting, empowering,
So we can all stand strong,
Even if only for an hour.

It is in times like these when I must concentrate and focus,
and not permit issues to control my twisting, coiling life,
To make that single smile.
Even if only for a minute.

It is in times like these that tears mustn't arrive,
Brush them aside, aside, keep up the façade,
Pretend all is well,
Even if it is onl

Love is love.Just cause I might not be one of them,
Doesn't mean,
I can't support them.
Who should dictate who people can marry?
Who should say you can't love that special one?
No one should.
It's not a choice.
It just is.
From the day you're born.
Accept it.
Embrace it.
It's never going away.
If I wanna love, who I wanna love,
Then why can't they?
There no different
Were all humans
We all have feelings
We feel pain
And hatred
And sadness
And loneliness
And we all feel love
Whether it might be a boy, loving a girl
Whether it might be a girl, loving another girl
Or a boy loving another boy
It doesn't matter.
We're all one.
So e

my story...my story at the moment is that my boyfriend abuses me and wont let me leave him he forces me to do things i don't want to do like sex i am anorexic every time i look in the mirror i know i can always be better but then i think who am i doing this for? and the answer is i'm unsure i just think maybe people will like me more and i know thats stupid my bf puts cuts all over my body and i'm not sure what to do with myself i just want to make people happy when i get to be alone all i do is touch my arms feeling the cuts that he left me with all my friends have betrayed me i know i need help but i don't want to admit it to myself my family docent care they say that when i'm old e nuff i have to leave there house everyday i am reminded that i am a stupid child that should never been born for clothes i go to thrift shops my parents hit me a lot as a kid and would also rape me i am scared of my parents. when i go to school i look fine because of make up and other items i walk

No NameMy mind is shot
I don't even know what I'm writing
I sit down on a swing to rid myself of this panic attack
I ruin my Converse in red clay
They say people who are bipolar have control over the weather
It hasn't stopped raining in three days
It feels like a lifetime since you broke my heart
Shattered my heart…and didn't care
You left me to die in your wake
As you tried to convince me "it's for the best."
I can't feel anything
But I know if I could it would only be constant pain
Pain you could have avoided if you would just listen to me
Every heart is different
I'm a reject same as you
I've been there; I've experienced every

Your Knives, My PensHe was the boy that sat alone in class. The one with his headphones always in, blasting them at extremely loud volumes to block out the cruel world around him. The world of hateful words and nasty remarks. Of school-side beatings and hate around every corner. A world where music was the only thing that could block it all out, and, even if it's only for a couple minutes, make you happy.

That was his world.

The world where you were damned to hell if you were a "goth" or "emo". If you were a guy who wore makeup, you were labelled as a "fag". A world where you were constantly laughed at for everything that you are. It wasn't a pleasant place. I

InsecurityI look in the mirror
My reflection frowns
Back at me
I hope it doesn't break
From the horrible deformed
Appearance

I can't stand to look
At it anymore
It's too painful
Too ugly
Too... fat
How is it possibly me?

I just wanna keep a
Paper bag over my head
Cut holes so I can see
Every move they make
I'm paranoid

Words cut like razor blades
They might as well be
What's the difference?
It happens anyway

For every word they throw
at my face, at my back
I cut a deep reminder of
What I must be
To almost everyone

... a freak.

My LifeThe headphones are my I.V.,
The songs are my morphine,
The lyrics are my breathing machine,
The bass my heart-monitor,
And the drums are my thermometer.

The CDs are my mirrors,
The screams are my lip stick,
The speakers are my eye liner,
The guitar my gelled hair-flick,
And the words are my tools for looking finer.

The notes are my stars,
The records are my moon,
The voices are the night-wind's tune,
The choruses my Northern Lights,
The verses are falling wishes in my sights.

The riffs are my therapists,
The posters are my friends,
The synthesizers are my trends,
The backbeats my trouble and strife,
Because music is my life

ApocalypseThis world we know is twisted beyond repair,
Shattered and broken like those who still live,
Trapped under an eternal winter's glare.
Survivors have been stripped of emotion,
More like animals than the humans they are,
Simple pawns in a plan set in motion.
They live in a world that is no longer pure,
And they have every right to be afraid;
What once was certain is now unsure.
Still, some have stood against the change and fear,
Fighting to keep hold on their humanity,
And the hope that a better day is near.
It was their love that kept them alive,
A bond they shared for which no one could break.
And under the warmth of their love,

FoolishI'm hurting
I've tried so hard to keep a smile on my face
To not allow the tears to fall
Pretend that everything is okay when it's not
It's not
It's not
ITS NOT
I hate this
There is a pain in my heart
That won't let me live
There's pain in my life
Only you can relieve
I can't make myself happy
Not without you
You are my happiness
You are my light
You are my colour
You are my everything

You left me
You hurt me
After everything we had been through
After what we created
A new life
A little heartbeat
Precious fingers that couldn't wait to hold yours
Eyes that couldn't wait to see you
To see us

I like looking back on ha

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High School Brats

by ~BR0KEN-TYP3-WRIT3R, Feb 5, 2012, 10:15:47 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

^{Go to college to major in Drama
Drama of being a bitch
To hurt others because they can
To perfect their insecurities
Making them untouchable
To show the world that they haven't changed
They'll do whatever it takes to make every other girl miserable
Because if they can't be happy
No one can
Just so they can say they won
Round one
Try to stand up to them and they'll destroy you
They don't care who you are or what you have to say
They won't ever like you
They don't even know you
They'll never know you
Because they don't care

High school sucks
Drama is for immature brats
You're twenty
Not twelve
Act your age
Grow the fuck up
And get a damn life you bitch}

High School Bratsby ~BR0KEN-TYP3-WRIT3R

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

^{decided to write something that everyone can relate to. high school is the worst time in EVERYONE'S life, especially when you're the one who's being bullied. i was harassed so badly in high school that i actually ended up dropping out (among other problems). but what happens when the drama follows you out of high school? it sucks to say that some girls never change their style and when jealousy rears its ugly head everyone gets burned. well, everyone except for the girl(s) who's saying all of the bullshit.
and the worst thing is you can't even hit the bitches! well, you can, but i don't recommend it.
i'll never understand why people grow up to treat other people like that, and that's one reason among MANY that i'd really like to become a therapist. i will be the first to admit i had an AWFUL life growing up but despite all of that i still want to help people. i really want to know what drives a person to treat another person - some that they don't even know - like shit.

maybe i'll never know, but that won't be because i didn't try. but whether you're in school, at home, work, wherever; drama doesn't need to happen. drama shouldn't exist.

NOTE: My art is NOT free for download or printing, all the pieces are © by me. Respect my work please. I'm putting my time and heart into it. Thank you.}

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*Melopsittacus Oct 4, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

yeah i was bullied from 3rt grade to 7th grade. 4 years feeling like shit and making others that cared about me feeling like shit. I got over it. I acted like a bitch to see how it felt to fit in. Then I learnt that you don't need to be a bitch to fit in, you need to be a leader and dont get crap from any1. I'm popular now! And I'm not a bitch. I just behave like myself. 8th grade was the best days of my life. That was when I felt like someone.

cheers

~KentraSnow Jun 6, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank god I'm not in high school yet.

...And homeschooled.

I love this piece, that's how I felt during my last year in public school.

~goddessofownage Mar 27, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That's exactly how I feel around High school girls. They will never grow up!

~Grandtheftautumn5 Feb 18, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

This is very powerful and emotional. I'm sorry for what you've gone through, but hang in there because you truly have a beautiful talent.

~BR0KEN-TYP3-WRIT3R Feb 18, 2012 Student Writer

^{thank you very much.}

~spaz-the-wolf-mutt Feb 8, 2012 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

so very true. you captured what many of us have gone through very nicely

~Twinhollow Feb 7, 2012 Student Artist

epic it is great

~alittlebitoffaith Feb 6, 2012

I hate how stuck up girls think they have everything and think so lil of girls less pretty or rich and hate stuck up snobby girls who cry andwhine fir two hrs straight bout how they broke a nail news flash it will fucking grow back

~alittlebitoffaith Feb 6, 2012

I'm homeschooled been homeschooled all my life!! But I know girls like this they think they're better than u there spoiled rotten lil bitches who beg there dad for everything they get everything and anything they want and I agree with u I don't recommend pinching one of them cause u end up in alot of trouble trust me I gave done this before and u accidently break a nail on there precious lil finger and ur grounded for 3 months

~alittlebitoffaith Feb 6, 2012

I hate ppl like that. It is ppl like that that have caused my emotional and physical damaged! Literally I have harmed myself in many ways because I felt horrible bout myself I believe they do so no oneseess
how much pain there in all every one else sees a hot girl with a perfect life

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