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Hate me in words
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
Hate me when you’ve got no one to blame
Hate me when you can’t hate another
Hate me when you’ve got nothing to do
Hate me when you’re abused
Hate me when I can’t understand you
Hate me when I can’t defend you
Hate me when I cry
Hate me when I can’t
Hate me when I lie
Hate me when I shan’t
Hate me in words
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
You can hate me in words
And hate me in sorrow.
You can hate me forever,
Or just for tomorrow.
But I can’t hate you in words
And I can’t hate you in sorrow.
Because I’ll love you forever…
Or just for tomorrow.
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
Hate me when you’ve got no one to blame
Hate me when you can’t hate another
Hate me when you’ve got nothing to do
Hate me when you’re abused
Hate me when I can’t understand you
Hate me when I can’t defend you
Hate me when I cry
Hate me when I can’t
Hate me when I lie
Hate me when I shan’t
Hate me in words
Hate me in sorrow
Hate me forever,
Or hate me tomorrow
You can hate me in words
And hate me in sorrow.
You can hate me forever,
Or just for tomorrow.
But I can’t hate you in words
And I can’t hate you in sorrow.
Because I’ll love you forever…
Or just for tomorrow.
Literature
Heartbroken
My eyes fill with tears
As I watch your retreating back
I turn away
But I've no one to run to
Because that person
Is always you
I'm so heartbroken
I'm heartbroken over you
You make me cry
You make me weak
And I only wish
You could see me now
I want to run after you
But I know it'll do no good
So I won't try to chase you
And it's hard to stand back
I'm so heartbroken
I'm heartbroken over you
You make me cry
You make me weak
And I only wish
You could see me now
I'll hide my tears
And you'll never know
Oh, how my heart aches
And I breakdown
But, no
You'll never know
I'm so heartbroken
I'm heartbroken over you
You ma
Literature
Emo Hearts and Suicidal Poetry
Outcasts they tend to call us,
The wierd ones,
The freaks.
But we like to think of ourselves as the special ones
With our permanent-marker doodles on our converses
Ripped jeans and emo hearts and suicidal poems written in the snow
Novels read beneath the covers 'til dawn by light of a flashlight
[batteries nearly dead we've used it so many times before]
And dancing in the rain
Praying to Beethoven
And tears at dusk
And singing to the stars
At the top of our lungs with the car windows open and the night rushing in
Or on the top floor of a beach house with the sea stretched out before us
"Go home, you lose, good day, sir"
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Literature
Depressed
I sit here alone listening to the rain,
trying to believe the words everyone says.
"youre Pretty" "I love you" are phrases I often hear,
but who really means it?
and who is sincere?
I doubt you would even tell me the truth,
so youll tell me what will make me feel better,
but if it isnt the truth,
then why should I care?
Eventually in the end,
Ill probably get hurt,
That always seems to happen,
I get treated like dirt.
So next time you want to tell me you care,
Make sure you mean it,
And that its sincere.
I am amazingly pleased with this poem. I just sat down and wrote it, and it turned out... Well, it turned out (in my opinion). Which probably mean I'll hate it tomorrow... Urgh.
This is supposed to be from the point of view of the guy in this relationship. Not the girl. Just 'cause I'm a girl doesn't mean a girl's voice said this to me. It was a guy's, and that's that. M'kay?
The girl in this relationship is going through a crisis, or has a cold hard rock for a heart, or whatever. I don't really care. Whatever pleases you to come up with, then that's what she has/is/etc.
I'm in love with the guy in this poem. He's so cool and I bet he's as huggable as a teddy bear. (I made him up, so I'd know )
This is supposed to be from the point of view of the guy in this relationship. Not the girl. Just 'cause I'm a girl doesn't mean a girl's voice said this to me. It was a guy's, and that's that. M'kay?
The girl in this relationship is going through a crisis, or has a cold hard rock for a heart, or whatever. I don't really care. Whatever pleases you to come up with, then that's what she has/is/etc.
I'm in love with the guy in this poem. He's so cool and I bet he's as huggable as a teddy bear. (I made him up, so I'd know )
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AWWWW SO CUTE!!!!!!!!