since when did being a teenager
become a burden
and not a long awaited dream come true?
why did no one tell us
of these obstacles we'd have to deal with
with society always nagging
in the back of our minds
whispering it's so- called definition of a perfect young adult
with the pressures of the world
of our future
being forced upon us
with the many dilemmas we don't want to face
dilemmas we can't face
because we're afraid to see the outcome
with the indescribable pain
of being stabbed in the heart
by someone you trusted with all your soul and being
with the terrifying monsters
that aren't under our bed
or in the stories we were told as
Human Marks are Often Scars by MidnightSun121, literature
Literature
Human Marks are Often Scars
its funny how were all here
forcing laughs and faking smiles
to cover up the never healing endless scars left on our souls
open wounds left by trusted friends lovers and family
because most of the time
the marks human kind creates are often scars
its even funnier how people believe the acts we put on so easily
because we dont need to actually be happy
for people to fall for the facade they see
i guess the world is just doesnt notice that we all need to be fixed huh?
its funny how broken a person can feel
how lost and hopeless they can be
how mentally and physically exhausted they are
but no matter what they do
they believe that they can only find one little life-changing life ending solution
to solve all their problems
The Hunger Games, Rue's Interview by MidnightSun121, literature
Literature
The Hunger Games, Rue's Interview
My hands, sweating and shaking, nervously toy with the fabric of my dress as the boy from District 10 talks to Ceasar Flickerman. The famous interviewer, who knows the best ways to entertain the audience, seems to be a great person, even though he's from the Capitol. But Ceasar isn't who I'm worried about; it's the interview itself. What I say, what I do, how I look, it'll all make an impression on the Capitol people, the people I have to depend on for the next couple weeks. My life, and my district, depends on this three minute interview; the pressure's on.
To distract myself, I rub my dress between my fingers, feeling the soft fabri
... and at that moment
i began to like being alone
having less people to impress
less lies to tell
less friends to trust
less betrayal to experience
less smiles to fake
and laughter to force
making room for more emptiness
and more loneliness that would never fade.
'I'm Fine, I'm Okay' by MidnightSun121, literature
Literature
'I'm Fine, I'm Okay'
but what hurts most is when you lie to yourself everyday
saying 'im fine, im okay' while wiping the unwanted stray tears away
and then that unexpected wave of pain
just smacks you down from feeling alright
and managing
and keeping all the pain in that deep dark ignored part of your mind
it knocks all the air from your lungs
leaving you gasping and helpless
because the barriers you surrounded your mind with
that isolated the feelings you were scared to touch
in a far far away place
had finally tumbled down
the distractions you used to divert your attention
werent enough this time
the music wasnt loud enough to cover the sil
she tries to keep it together
tries so hard to push away the pain
and brush away the tears so quickly
youd never even realize they were there
she tries to be the strong one
the one who smiles through it all
making it through everything with her head held high
showing no weakness, no fear
but she's afraid
in the middle of the night
when she's alone and those silent tears
stream one by one down her face
soaking her pillow…
she's terrified
when the pain controls her
overpowers her to the point
where there's nothing to do
but cry until the pain subsides
she's petrified
because the throbbing she took so much time to bury inside
is slowl
i love you
but you're better off without me
and deep down
you know it's true
you know that
were the right people
who were stuck with the wrong timing
sounds just like our luck right?
but the question is
could i
could we
withstand being away from one another
even when we know its for our own good
that doing it would tear away the
stressful
worried
complicated parts of our use-to-be-simple lives
and we'd be happy
but heartbroken
better off
but alone
independent
but missing the blemishes of the other person
that you felt were the only thing that ironically made them perfect
it'd be killing me
but i
we are each others' weaknesses
yet what makes one another stronger
we are what one another live for
yet what we'd die without
we are complete opposites
yet attract as if we are meant to be.
we are young and reckless
yet love has no age limit
we are both flawed
yet together we are perfect
the time together seems short
yet the memories the laughs the jokes we have
and the look in our eyes that we share
tells a different story
they ask in hushed voices,
"do you know him?"
you think back to his goofy smile,
his jokes,
how his hand felt in yours,
the fights,
the dates,
the late night phone calls,
the I love you's.
then you look at them,
and reply,
"no, but I used to."
Vision blurred
From all the tears.
Heart torn
Because of such unbearable pain.
Soul diminished
In all the emotion being forced upon you.
Mind confused
As of what to do next.
Faith being questioned
Because you ask yourself,
Why would you be given all this pain?
What have you done to deserve this torture?
The waterfall of tears
Fall ever so gently
Down your cheeks.
Each droplet a portion of the pain
Tearing at your body,
Attempting to take control of your mind.
The emotion mounding higher in you
From all the stress, the worry, the pain...
It makes you question yourself:
What am I living for?
With each sob wracking your che
The monster inside her weakens her
Takes away the happiness of life,
And her genuine smile,
Replacing it with a fictitious, fake mask,
Worn only in front of family and friends.
It wears her down, from the inside out,
A demon inside taking control of her body,
Banishing her out,
Making her feel as if she is a spectator in her own body
She is devoid of all content emotions:
Happiness, joy, excitement.
Yet the ruthless emotions stay,
As if feeding the creature within each passing day:
Heartbreak, pain, anger, fear
Walking in a vast expanse of darkness,
All she can do is search,
Day and night,
For that small light ful
You sit there,
Crying a waterfall of tears,
Soaking the pillow under your head,
Wishing for the pain to end
The world seems as if it's crashing down on you,
All your focus is on making the regret, the heartbreak, the betrayal,
Leave your soul through your tears
I've been there.
Your heart feels abused and torn,
Ripped out of your body,
Leaving you gasping for breath,
Because he once was your life line, your reason to live.
Your love was toyed with by the boy you thought you knew,
Who you thought was the one,
Yet your heart was broken into pieces in the blink of an eye
I've been there.
His face is all you see
The Butterfly Project by MidnightSun121, literature
Literature
The Butterfly Project
This is a project I wanted to kind of start a whole fashion rage, but it probably won't.. Anyway, this is for all the self harmers and their supporters. Heres what you do:
1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm or hand.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you've killed it. If you dont cut, it lives.
5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These
One glance,
The smallest look in your direction,
And I knew you were the one.
The way my heart stopped when my eyes met yours,
How I speechlessly gazed at you,
When I couldn't even blink an eye,
In fear of you disappearing
In that one second,
Becoming a figment of my imagination.
The sparks between us flew instantly,
And I knew it all pointed to love.
I was a victim of Cupid and his toxic arrows.
You were the one,
My angel sent from above,
My prince coming to save me on his steed,
My sould mate who would stand by me everyday,
My other half who would love everything that I am,
The keeper of my chipped heart,
Who would make it
Hi.
Hey.
Hello.
I know this is awkward,
what with the whole
"It's-complicated-but-we-used-to-date-but-now-we're-just-friends" thing
But we've been to parties together before
And I just need you
to tell me
whether or not you are coming
So I know
How much pizza to order.
So please answer me,
goddamn pansy.
The Fault In Our Stars by sense-and-stupidity, literature
Literature
The Fault In Our Stars
We almost died last week, and it wasn't like how you imagined it. There weren't flowers or tumors or hospital beds. It was just us two, gazing into the mirror, peering under our frayed edges, staring through the light to the place beyond, wondering what made perfection so unobtainable. Wondering how death could manage to be so much easier than life [floating on your back, no need for oars.]
You may think I am a coward, but, darling, we are so strong, and it is all thanks to you.
You soak up love. You breathe in life and let it travel through your bloodstream. Life is like a virus injected intravenously, fighting red blood cells and capillar
Kiss (n.):
A secure insecurity,
A definite question,
A warm chill,
A scary comfort,
A daring bound,
And the best bad and confusing feeling that we, as humans, experience.
Simply, by definition:
A touch with the lips,
as a sign of affection.
But so much more than that.
There's so much more to miss,
Then, simply,
A touch with the lips,
as a sign of affection.
But then I get to wondering to myself,
Is it kissing I'm missing?
Or, is it just kissing you?
If you come closer by dirtydancerforlife, literature
Literature
If you come closer
Don't come closer,I'll fall in love.
Stay away,I kill.
This dagger in my hand shines so bright.
It awakes a special thrill.
But you came closer,I fell for you too fast.
You're so close to me it hurts
I trusted you too much,
But words...They are just words.
I want you to know my dreams,
Hold them between your ribs.
You own my every paper-cut,
my wishes and my sins.
I like to bury my head in your neck
And feel your arms around me
I like your fingers in my hair
In these cold Decembers,you're my heat.
I warned you-Stay away
But I wanted you close.
You pulled me to yourself
You're my thorns and I am your rose.
You're my naked t
i couldnt take the pain
the disappointment
the not being enough
so i left
walked away from it all
and
as i turned around
taking one more glance before going god knows where
i realized
they were all actually happier without me
i wasnt needed
i wasnt wanted
i was just an expendable piece
a shadow in the way of their happiness
they waited and waited for me to finally cave in and give up
and thats just what i did
i gave up
yes, I'm a terrible person
I lie
I'm rude
I'm annoying
I'm rebellious
I cant handle my feelings
I'm lazy
I'm selfish
I dont worry about others
I dont care about other peoples feelings
I have my flaws
but you know whats funny?
so does everyone else
music blares
voices flood out of the surrounding speakers
and the stadium shakes with noise
the walls ready to crumble around us
as they rock from the commotion
now this, this is home to me
the live bands
that sing until their voices give out
helping the hundreds of people
to forget about the rest of the world with just a guitar and words,
and fans joining together, uniting for the one love they share
belting out lyrics that they know by heart
because, at one point, it had touched their heart
you stand beside me
your crystal eyes taking everything in
the same eyes that