Desperation
Loneliness
Sadness
Anger
We've all felt it
We look down on people who carry these feelings
Desperation
The feeling of need
The need of someone
Need of presence
Need of touch
Need of reassurance
Need of temporary happiness
Need of love
We look down on people who carry this feeling
Desperation is sitting up at 3 AM wondering if someone will ever love you because he didn't
Desperation is being so needy of the feeling he gives you when he tells you how sweet you taste
Desperation hurts so bad
Desperation can make you feel like you have no idea what it's like to love
Loneliness
The feeling of emptiness
The feeling of loss hope
The feeling of not being able to feel
Loneliness hurts so much that it starts to be numb
Loneliness is laying in bed, at school, with my family, with my friends.
Loneliness is thinking about the words you said to me replayed 100 times in my head
Loneliness is having to erase you, becoming as lonely as I possibly can
Loneliness is watching you surrounded by love
Loneliness started creeping up the minute you started changing your mind about me
Loneliness was waiting for you when I knew you never wanted me
Loneliness picks up a knife and stabs me just to see if that would hurt less then the lonely I am feeling
Sadness
Sadness is waking up and not wanting to
Sadness is the feeling of drowning while you watch
Sadness is when you told me you never meant any of it
Sadness is watching you laugh when I haven't in days
Sadness is crying until I can't
Sadness is seeing you fall for someone else
Sadness is hearing how great you're doing
Sadness is the epitome I carry
Anger
Anger is the feeling of confusion
Anger is the feeling of hurt
Anger is the feeling of sadness
Anger is the feeling of your texts
Anger is the feeling of your name leave her mouth
Anger is the feeling of our loss
Anger is the words "I meant it in the moment"
Anger is how I want to scream at you for leaving me
Anger leaves me destroyed
Anger is the self-pity you have
Anger is knowing I can't change how you feel
Anger is when you make me believe I'm yours
Anger is how I wasted my thoughts on you
Anger is knowing I can't have you
But not knowing if I want you
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