Happiness is only a mask.
True joy cannot be found for a demon.
Smiling is easy, keeping a genuine one is impossible. Even then, you can only handle so much before your smile breaks and the tears begin to take its place. You say to be auspicious is a choice. It's no choice! Fate decides for us! Why am I this way? Why can't I be normal? What did I do to deserve this madness!? I don't understand why I'm alone in this... I don't understand how you could be so cruel to me? Why must my demons torment me... I don't understand. Why don't you love me? Why can't I feel it? A mother is to nurse her child, my demons are to harm me. Where were you when I needed you most? I've always been there for you... Don't I matter? I've given my life away to ungrateful degenerate ****, why have I done so? I need help but I'm all alone, screaming in the dark but only my demons are with me. Only my demons can hear me. Only my demons can help....
my dear it's so quiet here without you
and oh my dear is it raining there too?
my dear while you're gone there's nothing here to save
so i think i'll visit the cemetery and name the unmarked graves.
August 15, 2013 /itsjusterin
We tread in silence, wreaths upon
Gravestones, where you lie amongst
Flowers unpicked, at rest.
I have broken into many graves
Stolen peace from lifeless bodies
What I am searching for is not there
I remember your smile bright as the sun,
I remember your eyes, wild and fun.
I was your rebel, you were my punk,
I remember the countless CDs that filled your trunk.
You were my moon and I was your stars,
Never before a bond like ours.
You were my knight in shining armor, I was your helpless princess.
You were my jester, I was your charmer.
You were my rose and I was your bush,
Never thinking I was important you gave me a push. You took the time to care.
I never listened. Everyone stared and thought 'what an unrequited pair'
You were my coffin and I was your grave,
I will always remember the lessons you gave. You were numb and I was oblivious. You were at peace and I was powerless.
My brother and best friend, you're missed greatly.
Angel of Death
Visit me tonight
Take my blood
Take my breath
Take my heart
Make it black
Tear me apart
I'm never coming back
*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes
And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that
I have been notified that this poem was plagiarized and posted on Poetfreak by someone using the name Blurry Face. I can assure you, this is my poem.