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Is that why?
The reason behind it
You almost sending me away
To "get help"
Because you couldn't understand
And were too afraid to try
Did you see the center
As a cure?
And inpatient
As a means of
Hiding the process
To reach that cure?
Can you no longer see it
The girl you raised from birth
The one who suckled from your breast
Showed you her first missing tooth
Loved you
And hated you too
You can't see her inside of me?
Have I locked myself behind too thick walls
And thrown away the key to my door
Did you hope they would break it down
The barriers built from pain
And fear
Loss
And life
Am I just that
A broken toy
In need of a repair
So you send me to the mechanic
To get me tuned
Wired back into the shape
That you once knew
Can you not handle who I now am?
Can you not help me yourself?
Can you not show me the unconditional love
You promised me from birth?
Do you ever consider the possibility
Of this thought process
Being one of the reasons
That I shattered
A reason that I built up so many walls
You can't see the human inside me
I still love you so much
And need you even more
So why do I seem too broken for you?
The reason behind it
You almost sending me away
To "get help"
Because you couldn't understand
And were too afraid to try
Did you see the center
As a cure?
And inpatient
As a means of
Hiding the process
To reach that cure?
Can you no longer see it
The girl you raised from birth
The one who suckled from your breast
Showed you her first missing tooth
Loved you
And hated you too
You can't see her inside of me?
Have I locked myself behind too thick walls
And thrown away the key to my door
Did you hope they would break it down
The barriers built from pain
And fear
Loss
And life
Am I just that
A broken toy
In need of a repair
So you send me to the mechanic
To get me tuned
Wired back into the shape
That you once knew
Can you not handle who I now am?
Can you not help me yourself?
Can you not show me the unconditional love
You promised me from birth?
Do you ever consider the possibility
Of this thought process
Being one of the reasons
That I shattered
A reason that I built up so many walls
You can't see the human inside me
I still love you so much
And need you even more
So why do I seem too broken for you?
Literature
Secrets
She told me each secret with just that one thing we saw,
A pack of cigarettes lying on the floor.
She told me all the 'ugly things' she had done,
how her parents hated her,
and then she pulled down her glove and pulled up her sleeve,
To show me deep wounds, self inflicted,
She pretend to laugh as she told me the cause,
but all I could do was feel her pain.
I pulled her close,
later I told her,
"If you have tried so many times to end your life, then God put you on this earth for a good reason, he doesn't put them on earth for them to suffer..."
Literature
What am I??
I don't know what i am anymore
I tell people i'm Bisexual,
Yet i can pick a Beautiful Girl out of a crowd
but not a Hot Guy..
I am confusing myself..
and i don't know whether
i like you because your there
or because your my dream guy
She on the other had is
beautiful
intelligent in her own way
i know we could work
but i don't think she feels the same for me
all i know is that
I Love Her With all My Heart
and that is never going to change
but i'm just confusing myself
i'm i a bisexual
or am i lesbian ??
I don't know anymore
Literature
we are the moment.
i don't
mean to
be a
bother, but
i'm scared i
suppose.
-
everyone has to be somewhere.
-
and i guess
i'll go home now,
because
we smell, of smoke
from our favorite brand of
cigarrettes, and
we're not even smokers.
-
everyone needs a place to stay.
-
and i still plan to
color my scars someday,
but for now
i'll have to do
with
red.
-
everyone wants to be in love.
-
but,
don't you
break
my
heart, because i
just
want to go home.
-
don't you believe me. i'm a liar.
-
and if i
swore that
tomorrow
never came,
even though we still believed
in yesterday
then we,
are only meant to
be liars, and i
think
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I was talking to my friends about how much it hurt when our friends judge us and get mad at us over things like mental-illnesses we have, and other things that we can't help or control easily.
It made me think of a time earlier this year when I almost got put in an inpatient hospital... I felt abandoned, like my family couldn't handle me at all, so instead they sent me away to be 'cured'.
It made me think of a time earlier this year when I almost got put in an inpatient hospital... I felt abandoned, like my family couldn't handle me at all, so instead they sent me away to be 'cured'.
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When my antisocial tendencies became even more extreme than they used to be, my parents made me see a psychologist. It changed nothing and I felt like they were just puting the "problem" on someone else's hands. So, in a way, I can relate to this. Great to read and meaningful.