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The Pain of Being Ignored

not sure if its intentional or not, or maybe ur sure.......its still hurts like hell......

    By Angel-of-Chaos on June 25th 2009, mid-afternoon.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    All of my life I have been ignored,
    when I wasn't ignored I prayed to be.
    The empty feeling that eats away at your heart and soul, is so intense that you end up changing in one way or another. After awhile I no longer cried about being ignored because I thought I was just meant to be alone. Atleast that is what I thought, but I know now it was just my way of trying to understand and deal with it. When it finally hit me, the pain and the anger was so strong inside of me that I lashed out at anyone that tried to be there. I truly believed that if they were there it was because they were going to hurt me, and make me feel like less of a human, which I already did. Never was a word I said heard, yet someone else could say the same thing and it was great. I was ignored and I am slowly taking back the life that should have been mine in the first place. Everyone deserves to be seen, heard, and understood, and if the people around them can't do that, then they don't deserve the beauty that person would bring to their lives anyway.
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    By doodlebug1234 on June 28th 2009, early afternoon.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    this landscape is merciless
    as i attempt so desperately
    to entice the wind
    to answer my cries,
    I scream
    and shout
    and spit
    yet nothing
    makes you ease the pain
    and allow the flowers to blossom
    and the trees to stretch their stiff roots
    All i see are muddy splotches
    and a mountain
    and a moon
    remaining ever still
    and ever merciless.
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    silence seems like forever

    By unknown traveler on June 30th 2009, early afternoon.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    Ominous occasion lasts forever
    voiceless whispers scream,
    vibrating down endless halls
    of desolation.

    Hope shattered.
    Ashes of past regrets
    scatter across turbulent skies.
    Storm's arising.

    Agitation ignites
    forgotten moments.
    Intense emotions
    explode lava through gilded veins

    Arsenic coated lies spew
    from blistered lips
    holding back nothing.

    Regrets, remorse
    all blocked when
    love's bitter tasting kiss
    slammed the damn door

    Life's mistakes fly
    on wingless birds
    of isolation, hope
    slowly fades away.


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    letting go.

    By dreamersalwayslive on July 1st 2009, mid-afternoon.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    You are strong, they tell me.
    No I'm not I convey through my eyes.
    They don't stick around long enough
    to see the hidden messages hidden
    so carefully through my lies.
    Whatever is making them think this,
    I'm really not at all sure.
    I wish that they would just step back
    and realize that I am not a cure.
    They need us more than you,
    so we're leaving-
    we know that you've capable hands.
    Now, don't let anything distract you,
    no, just don't lay around all day holding hands.

    I look at their backs like they're crazy,
    who do I have to hold?
    I look at their faces with a smile,
    someday soon they will grow old!

    And maybe it's just for revenge,
    I don't really know,
    but maybe sometimes we just need
    to let it all out and sigh without
    letting go.
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    hurt

    By BrokenAtBest on July 3rd 2009, late morning.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    Okay this totally sucks . i hate being ignored. it hurts. i dont know if its on purpose or not but it still sucks. wounds me everytime i think about it. good or bad memories. being close to someone is stupid and useless. they can just turn around and leave you. it happens a lot. and even when they don't they don't understand you. and when they do understand its not like they can help you. sometimes all you need is someone to understand....but not always. sometimes it hurts knowing that they know hwo you feel and dont care. being ignored left alone in solitude hurts. cry about it every night. depressing as heck. when you want to really smile it comes out fake. you never knew you were so invisible and easy to forget. not even worth it were you? mayday parade when i get home youre so dead......hmmmm sad well there ya go
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    Converted

    By pulpyblood-dripping on July 7th 2009, lunch time.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    Never a day goes by
    When one friend or another
    Forgets about me and my words.
    It seems that on any given day,
    The terrifying and horrid feelings emerge-
    Uselessness, having been used, hopelessness.

    Never a day goes by
    When my 'friends' call me,
    But only when there's a problem.
    It seems there's never a "hi, how are you"
    Thrown into the mix-
    Completely passed by.

    Never a day goes by
    When I don't forgive
    Especially those who have used and abused.
    It seems that I finally discovered
    My own way to pass by that feeling-
    Converting that negativity into good.
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    Dragging me down

    By Ami on July 19th 2009, the wee hours.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    I hate when you ignore me
    Talk to your friends act like I'm not even around
    I talk you don't pay attention I glare and you don't see
    I know you get distracted but it just brings me down

    You make me feel so left out
    Alone in the crowd
    It's like you forget that I'm around
    And it's just dragging me down
    dragging me down

    Maybe I should just keep to myself don't say a word
    What's the point of speaking if I'm not being heard
    Just like a ghost I'm invisible, that's how you make me feel
    So low like this love isn't even real

    You make me feel so left out
    Alone in the crowd
    It's like you forget that I'm around
    And it's just dragging me down
    dragging me down

    And it pisses me off to the extreme
    You make me want to scream
    You lower my self esteem
    I'm telling you the honest truth as crazy as it may seem
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    Ignorance

    By Crystal Tears on July 24th 2009, mid-afternoon.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    Ignorance
    Is a simple Word
    With soo much meaning behind it

    It means that no one loves you
    Or adores you
    Or even bothers to get to know you

    Ignorance is never bliss
    Ignorance is PAIN
    Pain and nothing more

    Is it intentional?
    Usually, not.
    But none the less, it still hurts
    Oh, so much.

    And then,
    If it IS intentional
    That makes it hurt so much more

    What's the dang point in ignorance
    If you only knew the pain it causes
    You would stop

    Think of how you would feel
    If in this position
    Ignorance
    Is
    Pain

    Just because you are never ignored
    Because you are society's image of "perfect"
    Doesn't mean you are perfect
    No one is
    And FYI, it doesn't make you better than anyone
    So don't ignore anyone
    At all
    Whatsoever
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    By Angel-of-Chaos on July 31st 2009, the wee hours.
    on topic The Pain of Being Ignored
    The pain of being ignored by anyone is terrible. When it is a loved one who will not speak to you, it makes you feel as if you are garbage and never meant a thing to them. What can you do though? People never really care.



    Do they?
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