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...critiquing though.? I wrote this when I had a hormone problem during the summer of '07. I don't write poetry, nor am I a fan. I just figured I shouldn't waste this as emotion is usually good for the arts.
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A blurb full of angst (I'm bad with titling things)
by Siobhan Grey
Being lonely
is like being rejected,
over and over again.
Like a broken record.
You're in school and your friend walks away
to talk to someone else.
Always being everyone's last choice.
Loneliness leaves you questioning your existence.
"Why would my best friend rather talk to someone else?
What's so special about them?", or rather,
"What's wrong with me?"
Being lonely makes you feel
like you should end everything.
All the pain, the Hurt, the Rejection.
Just to spare yourself the hours wasted away on crying,
or save everyone you know the embarrassment.
I remember praying,
yes I used to believe,
that someone
would like me.
Would at least talk to me.
I was only nine.
Sadly, even though I had friends,
I never considered them "true" friends.
When I was ten,
I already contemplated suicide.
Failing miserably at another seemingly pointless task.
Crying myself to sleep.
I was the one they called fat,
The one they called four-eyes,
The one I call pathetic and weak,
The one the teachers look at and say,
"That's the one who will shoot up the school."
Loneliness is the only thing I remember myself feeling, besides self-loathe, as a child.
It doesn't matter how many people I surround myself with,
That sinking feeling -mixed in with guilt- never goes away.
This is how I've felt since the 4th grade.
People think I'm a loner and spend my time in my room because I choose to.
They're wrong.
I would give my life just for someone to hug me and tell me they love me.
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A blurb full of angst (I'm bad with titling things)
by Siobhan Grey
Being lonely
is like being rejected,
over and over again.
Like a broken record.
You're in school and your friend walks away
to talk to someone else.
Always being everyone's last choice.
Loneliness leaves you questioning your existence.
"Why would my best friend rather talk to someone else?
What's so special about them?", or rather,
"What's wrong with me?"
Being lonely makes you feel
like you should end everything.
All the pain, the Hurt, the Rejection.
Just to spare yourself the hours wasted away on crying,
or save everyone you know the embarrassment.
I remember praying,
yes I used to believe,
that someone
would like me.
Would at least talk to me.
I was only nine.
Sadly, even though I had friends,
I never considered them "true" friends.
When I was ten,
I already contemplated suicide.
Failing miserably at another seemingly pointless task.
Crying myself to sleep.
I was the one they called fat,
The one they called four-eyes,
The one I call pathetic and weak,
The one the teachers look at and say,
"That's the one who will shoot up the school."
Loneliness is the only thing I remember myself feeling, besides self-loathe, as a child.
It doesn't matter how many people I surround myself with,
That sinking feeling -mixed in with guilt- never goes away.
This is how I've felt since the 4th grade.
People think I'm a loner and spend my time in my room because I choose to.
They're wrong.
I would give my life just for someone to hug me and tell me they love me.