Nothing is perfect
The sun won't always shine
Not every poem will rhyme
You won't turn water into wine
But it will all make sense at the right time

You go behind my back as I am away
As you started to talk I chose to stay
You talk about me starting to feed lies
how could you try to make me cry
to save your self and leave me to rot
While I hide listening to you speak in pride
I can't believe what I see
A liar right in front of me
And I thought you could be my friend
forever until the end
You bit my back out you do it well
Now this back it already swollen
You made it swell so well
Chomping biting you think it taste well
Or do you just like to make my back swell.

I don't understand
Wouldn't the feeling eventually die?
I'll never see the benefits, was it for wit?
It must be fun wasting another's entire year,
I swear this will forever grind my gears.

There will always be someone more beautiful, smarter, funnier and more liked.There will always be winners and losers but in the end you have to learn to love yourself because the world isn't going to change because you feel worthless.

Their ego never dies
claiming to have changed but continue to lie. All about themselves is all they ever spoke, they become as dull as an empty bottle of coke. They'll want you when you're gone, remember they're the sinless one who never does any wrong. Humans are their toys, searching every direction for innocence to destroy. Convincing that they need you but you know that is not and will never be true. You my dear have already been poisoned by the tea of lies, here I present you the narcissist's cry.

The best you can do is find your own sunshine when the world is dark, even when trying to be happy is no walk in the park.

Wicked grin
****** teeth
Black-hole eyes
Sinister Laugh
Rotting flesh
Extinguished light
Blackened smile
Converted angel
Persuading me
To ****
My life....

Dark hair, a paler face
Unique and such a disgrace
Shorter than the rest not expected
to fly the nest! With a very troubled past yet no one knows I matured fast. Sitting in my own personal jail, words sink in like hammers to a nail. Expected to love others who don't deserve my time to ones who see my existence as worthy as one dime. I'm just a puppet cutting away my strings hoping, praying somewhere and someday I will find my wings.

It's like being stabbed a thousand times
only it last longer and it hurts more.

Never give up
even if or when
You stand alone in the end.