Coping 23

I write words on this paper with hopes to make 'em sell
But what good does that do if I'm still going to hell
Come home high but ma can't tell
I am slowly falling into a bottomless well
Going down down and down
And never coming up
Maybe I should just say "fuck my life"
I'm too fed up
Tired of being shitted on
And never the "shitee"
Maybe that's why I smoke 'till I'm gone
And even if it's wrong, I'm still going strong
But I'm mentally weak
Got a lonely tear running down this cheek
Got no friends, no weed
I won't make it through the week
Life would be easier if I was a natural loner
Instead of trying to be a social stoner
And these are my real problems no one cares to know
cause ya'll are busy beating me down, 'till I'm down so low
Below the ground so far my head won't even show

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Blame 26

Blame it all on me
If your blind, I'm the reason you can't see
If you got a STD, I'm the reason it hurts to pee
If you're losing, I'm the reason you're not in the lead
Blame it all on me

I'm the fault you lost your job
I'm the fault you got robbed
I'm the fault your job is to mop
Getting paid minimum wage
Still by yourself, at your age
I guess I'm the source of all your rage
Blame it all on me

'Cause I'll just sit here and take it
I don't give a fuck, no need to fake it
And if I'm the reason you didn't make it
Blame it all on me

Even if I'm half way cross the world
It's still my fault
That you're broken and missing a bolt
Or that you're lovely relationship came to a holt
Blame it all on me

But while I'm steady being the blame
I stare at your life, head down in shame
'Cause while you're blaming me for losing the game
I take responsibility for what I do
If I fuck up, I'll be the last one to blame you

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Notes 16

Why does life have to be so hard?
Why can't I just take a knife to the heart?
Rise above this earth and depart
Everyday I'm getting pierced with darts
I don't like this shit, it's not how I wanna live
I'm tired of being the sweat on your sleeve
I wanna get away from this shit so I can breathe
Thinking too much, can't free my mind
It's like depressing thoughts got me in a bind
I try to not mind but it's hard when you're on the grind
Always against the flow, and never on your mind
Never on your team cause I'm not meant to gleam
Or maybe life's about the need to feel wanted
To be in the lead and always be complemented
But how am I to do that when I'm not even noted
People always eat at me until they are bloated
And in the end I'm just the sheep being hoarded
No choice, no sense of direction
No point of pursuing perfection
Because I will always get the door, too used to rejection
I will never be your knight in shining armor
or your superhero with a cape
But don't worry about me, eventually I'll make my escape
If I get enough balls to leave the states
To finally embrace a life where I can't be traced
Where my shoes do not have to be laced
And I don't have to come face to face with myself, the disgrace.

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Untitled User Submission by D.M.C.B

It’s a shame now that it’s warm outside; we used to sit in the sun

smiling, joking about how happy we were.

My curtains have been drawn for a week

and when we said it couldn’t possibly last,

that it can’t be this good forever,

we were so sadly right.

by d.m.c.b
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Catullus 16 (Warning Graphic Language)

I will sodomize you and face-fuck you,
Cocksucking Aurelius and bottom-man Furius,
You who think that I'm a pussy
Because of my delicate verses.
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!! (new user submission)

Another cut, to distract the pain,
Another pill, just to keep sane.
Alive but dead in a tormenting hell,
Knowing, you'll never fully get well.

Scaring away the few that stood by,
I scream to the heavens and ask God "why"?

Finally, someone sees I'm a monster,
They see the scars and the reasons they've conquered.

What they don't see is the pain that is hidden,
Deep within my heart it is written.

Living is now my hardest task,
Loneliness and depression carefully masked.

What they don't know from the nights I hate most,
In my top drawer, a crumpled suicide note.

Yes, it is true, I tried again to get out.
But I can't let them suffer for my cowardice and doubt.

So let the days keep trudging on, sooner or later,I'll sing death's song.

By Remy Mq
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This Life That I Live

Why can't I do what I want to?
I've tried but I doubt I'll make it through
I want to exterminate myself 'till I'm cold and blue
Give me a rope and I'll make it true
Ending this understated life
To depart to my personal high-rise
That's waiting for me like a couple of spies.

No more having to deal with being alone
Or always annoying people and being wrong
Being dead is my destiny and I knew it all along
Only time I feel real is when I'm writing this poem
I'm tired of trying to be your illusion of satisfaction
I just want to kill myself to avoid further interaction
With people like you, who make death my fatal attraction
I'm on the "highway to hell" and my tires lost traction
I can't stop writing this because this pen is my heart
It's been fueling my rage from the very first start
But this is my way to try to not fall apart
And it's helping me, at least for the most part.

This poem is so real to me, it's my personal masterpiece
Dedicated to all the people who want to rest in peace
Because we are tired of people saying we are dried up grease
That's why I'm going to be in bliss when I cease to exist
Don't want to take part in your daily routine
I don't want to so rich I drive in a limousine
Don't want to so poor I eat nothing but saltines
Want to be in a world where there's no money and all hands are clean
Where time is an illusion that's known to everyone as obscene
Where every single day could be Halloween.

I guess that's just my own personal Shangri-La
Like waking up early and going fishing with my grand-pa
Or swinging on a swing he made with only wood and a handsaw
I feel trapped in these memories but they are so raw
And I can't escape them because that's the only time I felt loved
I actually had a family that I was a part of
But my mom decided for us to give up love for success
And now she wonders why I'm always depressed
Maybe it's because when we moved, my heart got compressed
Ever thought I needed my family instead of being alone in the U.S?
But it is too late, the damage is done
And now I won't be satisfied until I'm gone
I would stab myself in the heart but I have none
And now these sleeping pills are making me yawn
I hope that I don't make it until dawn.



I wrote this poem about 3 years ago when I was still attending high-school. I hope you liked this poem. More to come soon. Thank you for reading

Infernus Part I

There was a land of gray and a sea of red

Painted by the blood that we have shed

If you got called, it is your turn to die

You don’t think but just comply

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