A lesson I learned in life
is to be wary with the people we trust.

Even our closest friends may stab our backs with a knife
deftly dealing each blow, smiling with each ******.

Be mindful of who you share your problems with.
Some will just ignore you, without any care.
Some will even be have it happened to you.
Some will pretend to listen, lending you their ears.
Some will give you their advice.

But only a few will proffer to you their hands.
Only a few will stay and ask how they can help.

Only a few will be by your side.
Only a few will really be there.

Dear girls,

Not all knights in shining armor
can make your dreams come true.

Frowns shadowing despair and of agony;
An annoying show of irony.
Reality far from what I desire,
Everything seems really so dire.

Wonderful were the times when we were together.
Everything smoothly flowing like a light feather.
Like there would be no tomorrow, while loving each other;
Like I could finally sacrifice my life for another.

Simple apologies for my mistakes I ask;
Only was hiding from you under my mask.
Realized that hiding the truth was wrong from the start;
Rapidly mended those errors which I realized wasn't smart.

You then changed to someone very different,
And almost always leaving me with a cardiac ailment.
Needless to say, it made me lifeless.
Definitely though, I was helpless.

I now know, I could never be the same man.
Lost I am and empty like a tin can.
Only reassurance left within me is that you're happy;
Vaguely though, since even I can't sense how truly.

Everything now is quite clear to my mind.
You should just go on and leave me behind.
Only hoping you could understand the purpose of my art;
Ultimately leaving my last poem's mark deep inside your precious heart.

Our love was so complete.
Why do you even have to cheat?
Your voice is so sweet.
Too bad it’s used to mistreat
Your kiss is such a treat
But it burned me in heat.
You don’t need to compete.
You’re the best at deceit.
Still my love for you won’t deplete.
I must accept defeat.
My love for you is indiscreet.
Your love for me is incomplete.

Not everyone with bruises, wounds and scars fought for the right battles.

Sometimes, we can forget who we are.

Why is it that we do not laugh on the same old jokes repeatedly told,
but keep on crying continuously for the same old reason?

Some people love listening to lies even though they know the truth.

If you can't live without me, why aren't you dead yet?

I'll look back on a day once loved and fantasize for tragedy.

I sit in my corner,
****** and lonely.

The words on my arm,
Are blurry and muddy.

The tears drip down,
and fused with blood.

The scars look horrid,
But they'll soon fade,

And I'll be back in my corner,
The scars remade.