My poems

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Its funny, how hurt and broken a heart can get before reaching it's breaking point. How lonely a person can feel before breaking down. I've watched people walk all over me and I was apologizing. I've been ignored and forgotten so many times, I've considered wearing a name tag. I'm so alone at school, even though people love me and my heart, but yet even as I sit at a table of people who claim to be my friend and my boyfriend sits at that table, suffering, hurting, feeling ignored. I sit there hoping that a bolt of lightning would hit me. Hoping that the floor would just swallow me. I have the boyfriend with alternate say that I'm too everywhere with my emotions, the best friend that ignores me during school hours and pretends to not know who that weird girl, saying hi to her, is, and the other best friend who dropped me like that, and started spending 99.9% of her time with a girl who I can't stand. School is a battlefield, each class is a hiding spot, just hoping girl who calls me a slut or the boy who makes fun of my face isn't there with me. Hope that at lunch I'm not hit with grenade after grenade of dark thoughts and depression, Dream of a day where I am not shot with hateful comments or someone I care about stabbing me in the back. With school and home pulling me in different directions and no friends to help me, what would I have left? A dark soul that has had so many stitches it doesn't even look right anymore? Or just a gun with 1 bullet, pointed at my head? *bang*

(I know it's crappy. Sorry....)