Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second. You study your ass off for a final only to get a C. You give 110% to someone in a relationship who only gives 40%. You’re there for a best friend at 3:00am and the next day they don’t pick up their phone. It seems like you’re giving everyone everything and they’re just walking away with it.
“To Santa Claus and Little Sisters” is the title of this poem. It was written in the 1960s by an Anonymous 15 year old boy, 2 years before he committed suicide. Steven Chbosky (The perks of being a wallflower) used this poem in the Perks Of Being A Wallflower, but had differences. This poem is also in English curriculum for a lot of high schools. It is a very powerful poem, and although it is very blunt, there is so much more meaning and depth behind each line.
“dude i saw her personality from across the street & i was like daamn!!”
every once in a while i check up on people i hate to make sure i still hate them
i do
Was it always this way. Living like a ghost. I hardly let myself touch anything. And I’m terrified of anything touching me.
In small moments, I admit I do feel some happiness. But quickly the same feelings arise, pulling me back into the same ghostly trance.
Last night I thought I kissed
the loneliness from out your belly button.
I thought I did, but later you sat up,
all bones and restless hands, and told me
there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo.I never know what to say to these things.
“It’s okay.” “Come back…
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