so much for mr. riqht ?

is it wronq for me to want love ? am i committinq ah crime . was me qivinq you my heart basically just ah waste of time . the many niqhts i cried tears fallinq on my pillow . wanted you to be the better man not fall in his shadow ! you told me i was everythinq which completely amounted to nothinq . i didnt mind that i wasnt your first priority ; what hurt me the most is how you could lie to me . accusinq me of cheatinq when you was the one in the wronq . doesnt matter now . . . for your love is lonq qone !


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he just chanqed ; like outta no where in the blink of an eye [ literally . ] everythinq was perfect . he treated me riqht he did what he was suppost to do . handled his then just turned on me ! why do we love when love seems to hate us - sullivan . he told me he was different && i was stupid enouqht to believe him . tired of lookinq for love in the wronq places ! tired of lookinq for love period . to much pain ; startinq over . all the tears for what ? fuckinq pointless .

to write love on her arms

she has known such great pain; haunted dreams as a child, the near-constant presence of evil ever since. She has felt the touch of awful naked men, battled depression and addiction, and attempted suicide. Her arms remember razor blades, fifty scars that speak of self-inflicted wounds. Six hours after I meet her, she is feeling trapped, two groups of "friends" offering opposite ideas. Everyone is asleep. The sun is rising. She drinks long from a bottle of liquor, takes a razor blade from the table and locks herself in the bathroom. She cuts herself, using the blade to write "FUCK UP" large across her left forearm.

this cold world ;

in this cold world. ; we live in . people chanqe love is corrupted & lies suddenly unfold . feelinqs people tend to leave within . stories wihout endinqs better yet untold in this cold world we live in ; of war hunqer & poverty . when killinq another beinq is one less child to feed ; for there to be peace there has to be love . to love is to be loved forever & unconditionally . but in this cold unforqivinq world to love ? is ah simple mystery !