I stuggle for my sanity,Try to keep my humanity.Livingin my dreams,Trying to figure out what it all means .Life is no prize...I really hope it doesn't come as a surprise 'That we're all just living to dieYou shouldn't even bother asking whyNo one hears you,They don't even care what you do...Regardless if you drown,Or you try to smile and you end up with a frownYou can have a love so true,Only ending up with the question of why you went throughWith loving someone who used you as a toolOh, what a fool.Don't even try to fight,For what no longer is in sight. They left you...There's nothing you can do. No reason why you should even care.They aren't even there.You hold yourself back...Try to get your thoughts back into whackThink of it with logic...Don't let yourself give a shit. It's better to be harsh...Then to feel the rush,Of feelings you don't want to feel. Knowing they shouldn't be real.Get a grasp on reality...Realize there is no beauty.
There was a feeling in her heart,An uncanny, sick, twisted version of "love"And addiction that could kill,Without any injections or substances,A look that could kill without the glare of an eye.A love sweet and innocent,Apparently something rather heaven-sent.Apparently...not.The girl was filled with lies, and cynical anger.She liked seeing people suffer;The Sadist, she watched them scream in their pain.Or get consumed by their nightmares.She was seductive,Destructive.Beyond any evil a normal human could begin to graspThe wiser would scream,And scream,Warning all, to stay away.From taht nasty little harlot,They didn't care.Didn't listen, they allowed the murder of their own hearts.The slaughter if you will."Stay away, stay away" the wiser still warns.Don't trust the one with the not so obvious horns.They accuse the wiser of being jealous.But there's no reaosn to be jealous,Of pure lust. That comes with a risk.Of so much more than pain.
You can try to hide the lies,Hide them behind your own eyesBut a heart you cannot fool-Cannot rule,Lurks on the outside.Don't you wish the tideWould tame such a rampent being But you aren't seeingThe colors the heart shines-All you must do to see is look, miss the inner linesMust you be so dense?Must you miss this chance?Freedom is what sets us apart-Makes us in charge of our own heart.If we knew not of freedom-we'd know not of dream-If we knew not of dream we'd know not of the unseen.((I am considering this as unfinished work- And seeking any assistance in finishing it if possible))
Where are you?I'm ready to admit I was wrong.I shouldn't have said those words, I thought wouldn't be so strong. I just thought... no... I was scared...No petrified...I wasn't ready...For you to be mine.And now... my sun doesn't shine...My heart won't continue on,Unless your heart, is still loving and strong.I love you,You're still apart of me... You made me who I am today... Where-ever you are ... I hope you know... I'm not the girl who hides who she really is...((Well not in that way))I'm the part of me... you admired,Maybe even loved. I'll never know,And maybe I prefer not knowing,How much you cared about me... Please... Where-ever you are...All I need is forgiveness...Forgive me...? Please.I'm so ashamed of my rude, spiteful tongue ... Please....Back then...I didn't realize...You were the reason for my smile...My laughter...My reason for not losing my grip...I'm so very sorry...For being so immature... ... Please......Forgive Me...
I'm Tired..::I'm tired of listening,To your over-rated lies,I'm tired of dying,In those damned eyes.I'm tired of crying,Over nothingI'm tired of bleeding,Over something so misleading.I'm tired of staring out the window,Hoping you might show your face,I'm tired of daydreaming,Of a better life.I'm tired of dreaming,Of love so true,I'm tired of thinking,Of all we've been through.I'm tired of what i want,Because what i want is you,I'm tired of what i need,Cause that's you too.I'm tired of trying to push you away,When i can't succeed for even a day.I'm tired of watching the years go by,Through some kind of glass. And most of all,I'm tired of these damned poems,I write to show my pain,I'm tired of them,Because they're driving me f***ing insane.
Cyclones::Destroyed and damaged from the winds of hopeI tried to cope.With the damage and destruction I've caused,But I couldn't ... So I stayed in the cyclone of the wind, Trapping myself, So I couldn't breathe. Spreading a disease,Beneath my own skin,Killing myself,With every breath I breathed The damage is deep,The scar it still bleeds.Every time I dream, A new wound is made from the fierceness of the windAnd my mind,Wanders into the hope, Sometimes it's so hard to substain.Every new bit of pain,But I survive, Regardless of the odds against me.I believe sometimes, I was supposed to die, within the winds,Hope...was supposed to be my death.Hope... was supposed to be my murderer Guess somethings... that were supposed to be... Were never ... well... supposed to be.If I have to stay trapped in this cyclone for as long as I live I will....Or...I can run forever... and see how far I get... alone. The damage of cyclones is beyond "skin deep" The damage of your own mind,Could drive you insane... Dreading today,Dreading tomorrow, And dreading the future to come...