I can't keep myself from wanting to hold you
I can't keep myself from telling you to bite the bullet
I can't keep myself from hurting
I am a liar
I am a cheater
I don't think **** through all the time
It's not that I can't
Its that I don't want to
I do what seems right to me at that exact moment
I'm impulsive and crazy and clingy and distant all at once
I've lied to you
I won't justify it but I have
I lie to everyone you're not special
I am bad for people I am a ***** and I will work that like a new pair of demonias sometimes
But otherwise I'm broken
But too proud to revel in it

I'm not broken
Stop telling me I am for as much as I know I shouldn't
I might start to believe you
And break my own **** heart again

That confident and bubbly person I was yesterday?
She's gone now
She was too fake to live long in this world
But I'm here. You can call me bipolar

You don't read my poems anymore
So here's one for you
Roses are dead
Violets are blue
This poem is ****
And I guess you are too

I know you are reading this
Either in spite or in awe
But breathe these words from my lips
This is not just your war
Poems upon poems
Blood upon wrists
Depression it moans
It puts us in fits
Take your pen my fellow soldier
Press the ink, take a hit
This war is soon over
Writing heals, you are worth more than this