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Faker

It’s nothing, i guesss

by isabelisgone 6/4/2013

written by isabelisgone

1,2,3,4…
It goes on and on.
The scars of yesterday,
the blood stains on my shirt,
still shaking, in shock.
How can you push me to go this far?
Talking to myself,
the faint whispers in my head,
â€œYouâ€™re not worth another day.â€
Another day goes by.
The smiles and laughter canâ€™t get any faker.
At home, I lock myself in my room.
Cry to myself.
Telling myself its over.
Trying to say my last goodbyeâ€™s,
losing my mind.
Its happening again.
Been here so many times before…
So many miserable times,
Iâ€™ve had enough of this feeling.
Its over for me.

Or at least that’s […]

6/4/2013 2 comments

Why Should I Go On…?

by awasteofspace 11/24/2012

written by awasteofspace

I’ve never looked completely normal just enough to ‘pass’.

Whenever my limits reared their ugly heads I was called a ‘faker’. Raised before bullies existed.

Raped by a female classmate before there was anyone to tell. Does that really happen between 2 girls?

The only redeemer was a mind that was sharp but then left out because I got moved ahead. Still alone.

An ‘afterthought’ child with siblings moved to be on their own; just an ‘irritant’ when I was around them.

Raised by a couple who were better as grandparents not wanting to be a mom and dad again; just pretending.

Wanting to be special to someone, be loved and […]

11/24/2012 2 comments

I Played R. & R. and I won.

by MsRavens 9/10/2012

written by MsRavens

I played a few times….

No biggie….

Â I was a stikler on even numbers, so I decided to break that OCD trait.

Â That was my purpose of playing that russian game.

Â It was not the cause.

Sometimes I wonder if there truly is a plan for my life….

Sometimes I wonder if it would be wrong to continuosly test this theory…

Â sometimes…

(Ppl will read this as though it is a poem..Â it is not. I centered the shit)(Ppl dont need to read my page, I’m no faker.) But if one needs inspiration… be my guest.. […]

9/10/2012 1 comment