You've got some real nerve thinking we could be friends again,
And I've got a real problem telling right from wrong again,
I think I stood strong, you still wouldn't admit you were wrong,
I understand I was harsh, but don't forget how you led me on,
You threw me away and ruined what we had,
After you found more strife in another man,
Now I'm ****** up, because you couldn't keep your legs shut,
I know you'll try and talk to me again this year,
But this time, I might legitimately give a ****
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
As I lay here with my ear in between the cold ceramic tiles and my head,
I can finally let go of the fact that I never said:
You are a leech,
You are the loss of speech,
You are the pieces of broken glass one finds on the beach,
You are the hypocrisy,
That taught me not to **** where I eat,
You are the rug,
that clutches like quicksand,
Sinking its teeth into my feet,
Keeping me from moving forward,
And everything that has, is or ever will push me away from you,
Is a privilege and a favor.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
First you **** with my brain,
Then you throw me away,
Oh, I see how it is,
Now my eyes are pried open,
And I can see clearly,
That I'm better than all of this,
You condescend me for a smoke,
Then you find someone like him,
You've become a ******* joke,
Rest assured that tonight is not another night,
Where I'll be using your name to choke.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
I know I'm just a stranger,
shouting blindly to the dark.
But I will see this message sent,
it comes straight from the heart.
If suicide's consumed your mind,
the "only" option left to you.
Drop me just a couple lines,
what more have you to lose?
I've seen some malice in this world,
I've felt ridiculed and shunned.
I know how attractive it can be,
hell, I've even picked the gun.
So lend me just a moment,
in the least you'll know you're heard.
Maybe with a little luck,
I'll lend some clarity through word.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
Love is often lost
and more than often it's mishandled.
For me I think I've finally seen
the entire plan dismantled.
I've given it a go and man,
it always ends in shambles.
Too much emotion both get broken
what I've taken's more than ample.
I've given up at least for now,
I just can't afford to take the gamble.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
the girl who's wrists shoutout appreciation to her sleeves, never quite knows what to say when they fall down her arms.
but.
but.
but.
just tell me you're not just a little bit proud to wear your scars like badges displayed on the surface of your skin.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
.
I don't write
poetry,
I write little pieces
of my heart,
hoping
they will
touch yours
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Just another week,
Finals, then report cards, then the salvation my burnt out head seeks,
And finally, a few months away from you,
Activities to forget the awful words you spewed,
I've been doing no work at home, in the classroom or on the bus,
It seems my burnt out head is two weeks ahead of us,
Next year, senior year, last year of rumors and trends,
I shall repeat to myself, over and over,
It's the start of the end
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:36 AM UTC
The prince is dead
the castle has crumbled
he failed the quest as soon as he stumbled
off a high wall
and down to the ground
upon which he perished with hardly a sound.
The princess is doomed
now trapped in a tower
where she watches the world blacken hour by hour
the sun went away
and the grass shriveled up
the demons now revel in the ash and the muck.
Oh the kingdom is ruined
and the people all wail
but heroes all die in true fairy-tales.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC