Queenxo

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i just wanted to crawl into a tiny hole
pull the covers over my head and rest my eyes for a while.
to give my racing mind permission to crash into a cozy dream.
a dream where all of this would stop being too much for me.

a breeze became a stong blow and the strong blow became a hurricane.
rain drops that showered down intermittently now greet me as downpour.
learned habits and mirrorred expressions became a wall between me and everyone i loved.

i just wanted to put this all down for a while.
not put it in someone else's hands or rest it on someone else's shoulders.
just put it on the ground, let it gather dust and revisit it when i'm stronger.
You know i'm so bad.
"i don't mind, i don't mind.
No, baby i don't care."

different hearts, even so,
you like it bad like me.

Question: You had fun right?
say no, then how bout now?
Question: Wanting more?
then say no more, there's no love here.


- SUJU D&E : No Love.
If I were to disappear and stop talking to everyone, no one would even notice. I don't get phone calls or texts from anyone. People tell me they'll call me and they never do. Even if it's just "right after we get back from lunch". I get forgotten about easily I guess. I know that I'm just one person in the entire world... one tiny speck in the entire universe, but why do I feel like I have to wander through it alone? Why doesn't someone think about me and send me messages or even memes just to tell me they were thinking about me? When someone I think is a friend is having a rough time, I ALWAYS reach out.. no matter what and try to support them any way I can. I try to make sure they know that I'm always here if they wanna talk or do whatever to get their minds off of whatever is bothering them. And when I do, they always tell me they care about me too and that they will be there for me too, but they don't. They don't reach out. They don't text just to say hi. Why don't they check in on me? I just don't understand why I've been cursed. Cursed to love, cherish, and have empathy for everyone around me, yet I'm not even a blip on anyone's radar. Am I too weird? Am I mean? Do I say the wrong things? Am I too ugly or fat? Like, I just don't understand. I really don't understand why I always feel so alone. I try and try to make friends. I try to be someone's friend. It just never works out, and at this point.. it's been so long I'm not sure it ever will work out for me. I'm not going to hurt myself; I don't have the urge to. I just want to understand. I want to see me through someone else's eyes. I want to know what is so bland and so transparent about me that I am invisibile to basically the entire world. I just want to be found.. by a group of people who check in on me, care about me, and let me know they're thinking of me. A group of people that I can actually call friends.

I'm at that point
Again
Its either working myself to exhaustion
Again
Or mentally torturing myself
Again
Into suicide
Again
What is the point of my existence?
No one can stand to be around me.
I alienate myself for other people’s happiness.
Even at the expense of my own.
Makes me wonder if I was just
better off never being born.
"if she looked at me with those eyes i’d do anything."
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she always leaves the door unlocked and that's the way she loves him, that's the way she loves everyone.
what a shame. 
your house isn't my home,
this morning isn't a good one.
when i see you...i don't want to see you.
nothing i did was ever enough,
now this feeling goes both ways.
i'm counting down the days till i can leave this place.

i'm not satisfied with the way you raised me.
it's immature in a way, i'm immature in a way.
i blame you and keep blaming you.
being the quiet child was good back then,
but now i need to entertain you with conversation.

everything you liked about me, i hate it now.
it makes life so hard for me and i hate it all now.

some mornings i wave a white flag,
when i miss having parents i can laugh with.
other mornings, after i've spent the night crying
i can't bring myself to look you.
you won't know, cause you don't listen.
cause you not being the victim is something you can't fathom. 
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