Hello help wanted

I.

NEED.

HELP.

IN SEARCH OF A REAL PERSON/ FRIEND

( WHO FOLLOWS THROUGH WITH HIS/HER WORD AND WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT COMMITMENTS AND FRIENDSHIP RESPECT MORE THAN JUST TEMPORARY BULLSHIT THAT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING TOMORROW ) SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T JUST TALK UP A BUNCH OF SHIT AND NOT BACK IT UP.

NO FLAKES

NO PHONIES

NO BULLSHITERS

NO DRUG ADDICTS/ DEALERS UNLESS YOU HAVE A GOOD HEART AND ARE THE BEST OF THE BEST. NO STARVING DRUG DEALERS WHO ARE STURUGGLING TO DO THAT YET STILL WON’T GET A REAL JOB THAT ACTUALLY HELPS YOU

NO INSECURE PEOPLE WHO DON’T KNOW THEMSELVES BUT TALK A BIG GAME JUST TO DRAW ME IN AND MAKE THEMSELVES SOUND MORE IMPORTANT THAN THEY ARE.

NO BULLSHIT

ACCEPTING APPLICATIONS NOW

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Thank you

Thank you

For the nice day

I had a great yoga class

Spent time with someone who means a lot to me.

Went to work

Saw some nice people

The weather was good

Stayed away from things that didn’t feel right to me

Got home safely

Got to spend time with my cats

for the most part

It was a pretty good day

And that’s something I am grateful for.

In the back of my mind

I know you’ll never love me as much as you loved her.

Maybe I’m not

It’s lonely in here

When you’re mad at me

For believing shit that isn’t true

And it kills a piece of my heart

To know you don’t care to hear me

You don’t care to want to treat me nice

You don’t care to see the truth

Not what you think or believe

But what actually happened

I wish I was important enough

To you

To have your trust and love and understanding

To not feel this loneliness and this bad

Right now

I don’t understand why I matter so little

To you

When you matter to me

I try to be different and better than I have been

And it still seems like it just isn’t good enough

I’m not good enough

Again

In Geneva no one can hear you scream

Time is a tick of the mind

Where we once belonged

Has gone far away

Today

And now

Black smoke

Beautiful losers

A shout in the street

Start to fade

All that we made

Is born to die

A brief history of time

Obsession

Old lovers

Under freeway balconies

Nude naked and stripped

Secrets behind smiles

The horse would know, but the horse can’t talk

Rhapsodies in black

Documenting disposable people

Disposers

Exposers

Of

Ghost images

Ghost people

ghost world

Once Held together by water

But now Broken apart by man

This one takes the cake

K.f.

You’re a waste of space

What a waste of time

You were.

You wasted my time

And then act like a little stupid child.

You are

Pathetic.

You are

Spoiled and stupid and know nothing about what it is to really be a decent person.

You hide it so well though

You weren’t even a real friend

So from this moment on

Because of you

NO MORE SPOILED BRATS

NO MORE IMMATURE BABY’S WHO CAN’T EXIST WITHOUT MOMMY AND DADDYS HELP.

And shame on those parents who give their kids way too much

And are overbearing

You tell your kid how great everything they do is

Even when it sucks

So then they actually believe they are better than they truly are

You give em an ego

And that ego makes me want to vomit.

Shame on you!!!

You allow it so they never grow up

You take care of them and every thing that real adults have to deal with – so they are safe

So they don’t grow up

But they get older never doing things for themselves

You enable them to be little bitches who don’t know the value of things cause they never really had to work hard for anything in life

Your help is not helping them

They are not better people because of you

All you’re doing is making them into assholes

And you suck as parents

Just as much as they suck as people

Yeah! Pass that shit down!

Just what we need in the world! More selfish entitled jerks.

Fuck you

I take blame

I should have told you where I was.

I should have not left you for so long without saying something

I should have not jumped out of the car.

I feel like an idiot

I’m sorry.

Yeah I’m embarrassed

I’m stupid

But I never wanted to make you mad

If i seem dramatic

It’s not cause I want the attention of others

I just want yours.

I’m sorry

Read between the fine print

Is it just a minor glitch?

Or Did they flip the major switch?

Maybe we were powered down

Like little robots held spellbound

Held captive under their cloak

Your truth is just their joke

That most of you folks

believe

But mark my words

they got something up their sleeve

I don’t know what’s coming

But I know it can’t be good

They got us thinkin

Left is right

So we got reasons to pick a fight

We ain’t thinking like we should

I don’t know what’s coming.

But I know it won’t be good

Is anyone out there like me?

It may be

That I don’t want to see

All the things I see

And maybe I don’t want to be

This person who is me

Who am I anyway?

Am I just what others say?

Or maybe just yesterday I meant something

To you

But not today

Today we’re through

maybe I don’t want to feel

Everything I thought was real

Perhaps you feel quite alright

With throwing me away tonight

With doing things that hurt me more

With all of me you choose to ignore

And maybe I don’t want to stay

Maybe I don’t want to play

This stupid game

this stupid me

Maybe I just want to be

Free

From living

This stupid life

Maybe I don’t want the strife

It hurts my heart

To have to defend

What most of you can’t comprehend

Or Maybe I just can’t

And don’t want to pretend

Maybe I just want the end

-kyoko cole

Spoiled little child

Just another day

just another miss

Miss Take

Me

Or don’t

I’m A

Mistake

I am

Miss break

And I am broken

I am

Miss and diss

Just Dismiss

This

Miss and

Miss me later

Too late or never

you have already dismissed me

After you pulled me in

and I don’t even know where to begin

Again

So I won’t

After so many times

I’ve been hurt like this before

I can’t take any more

As you continue to just carelessly ignore

Me

who trusted in you

to not fuck with my heart

To not tear it apart

But you did it anyways

But I can’t make you understand

You don’t

And you won’t

Until you the day you do

But I won’t be there

To hold your hand

Or to understand you

And until that day

You’ll go on living

Without having a clue

Your music suffers cause

You have not

You don’t know anything about pain

About struggle

About love

About what it means

To die inside

While your body

Is still alive

But that’s all I have ever known

And I shared that with you

And all you did was

Use me

And treat me like someone who didn’t matter enough

To keep around

Kicked me down

Like trash

If you don’t feel me now

Just wait

Cause you will.

But it will be too late

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