http://slow.writerscafe.org/loveydovy The original writings of author ☠☠☠☠☠ en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776134835 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 depressionlonelinessit hurtsit may not look like iti hide it wellbut its thereits always thereit never leaves http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/598116/ in the mirror i see a broken girla lost causea hopeless girlin the mirrorhe sees a beautiful girla girl with a causesomeone full of hope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/598114/ there wasn't anything at all that matteredhe left mealone with nothing in the world but a broken heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/540616/ All my friends say that I should not have asked. That was my first mistake. My second was looking into those eyes. The beautiful, chocolate brown eyes that just pull you into their contents. You would see passion, love, sweetness, etc. But on the flip side there was fire, hate, lust, etc. At the tim.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/537405/ I'm in a crowdI don't know anyonei stand awkwardlytrying to be noticedno one notices me until i feel eyes on mei look around and see a guyhe looks intomy soulit seemshis handsare on a girl's hipsthe girl is looking away from himthe song endsand he leaves herand she leaves himI see him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/537286/ I'm a nobody. People probably notice me, but pay no attention to me. I'm just another body filling a seat in a classroom, wasting away my parents money. If someone does notice me, it's for an insult or to laugh at me. But I just keep walking trying to ignore them. I bury myself in books all day to i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/518738/ i sit and write all day long.i never let anyone inmy imagination is a scary placei let people take a peek and they dont talk to me againif i open upill just be hurt morebeing shunned hurts enoughthe first timebut the second hurts even moremy walls are impenetrable no one has broken them do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/514618/ Lots of people say that they are my friends. But they aren't. They don't know the real me. The real me is a lonely little emo girl who doesn't like to be noticed. deep down I like being alone. i have some people at school that i hang out with but they aren't true friends. I don't think that I have a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/loveydovy/514613/