Stuck in my room.I'm stuck in my room.Stuck in my room. by phillipskid32
Day after day I sit in my armchair doing nothing more than replaying video's that get me no closer to the achieved goal of a normal social standing in life.
I miss work constantly,
I don't even know if i still have a job, as I haven't left my house in a week,
other then for trips to fast food joints.
Yet here I am in my chair,
still the unproductive teen member of society,
the social outcast,
the lauded sociopath pariah of my time.
Perhaps, months will pass without change,
Perhaps, I'll be nothing more than a cadaver in an armchair,
by the time I'm ready to rejoin society as a normal human.
Maybe even the roof over my decomposed body will deteriorate,
reminding me of the sunlight I once knew.
On the other hand though,
perhaps I will change.
Maybe I will leave my room and take part in social gatherings.
Maybe they won't be cringe inducingly painful to participate in.
I might even meet a girl, but not one with as many or more problems as me.
No, I might
not everything is beautifuli.) you held my handnot everything is beautiful by DeadOrSleeping
close to your face
as you whispered
about how this was
ii.) then you met
and then you fucked
a thousand times
i was never okay,
but i didn't care.
iii.) i let you back in.
i let you mend my
i let you build me up
just to tear me back down.
because then you met
and you kissed
and i will never
iv.) you always chose them
i will not settle for second best,
you’re not you,
and i’m not me,
and we’re not us.
it’s heartbreak in the worst
kind of way
because i cannot have you,
but i can’t help myself from
still wanting you anyway.
because i am done loving
someone who will never
love me back.
v.) dear, god,
i hope i am
The Little ThingsThe way he would cup my face in his hands when he pulled me in for a kiss.The Little Things by SevereWeather
How well we slept when we were next to each other.
The way he would rub his thumb across my hand when he was holding it.
"The little things," in reality, are not little.
They're what make you fall in love in the first place.
What you hold on to when it's gone.
These moments, these memories are what flood your brain at 2 am.
You try to silence your thoughts and get some sleep, but you can't.
Because the people who hurt us the most are the ones we tend to cling to.
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