I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I will stop hurting myself now. Life has been giving me too much to be stressed about, it's been hard these days; so I decided not to be the one punishing myself more. I am my best comrade, I shouldn't be mad towards my own being why I am going through sadness. I will take it easy from now on, since life won't do it for me.

How do I express,
To the people I love most,
That the emptiness I feel
is no fault but my own?

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

On my way to hell
Got nothing but my soul to sell
I know where I’ve been
Forgive me for all my sin
Bring me down, down to the ground
Can you feel the fire
It burns deep inside
Twisting, turning, like an unforgiving tide
She bleeds so pure, as she’s falling to the floor
It’s over, it’s done
Gone forever more

Every letter I type is a drop of me
eyes so full of life
they drop a tear
and in that bead
that pearl rolling down my cheek
is sadness, joy, care or grief
the sweat of my heart.