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Paul Aug 2017
I like dreaming about pointless and foolish things,
Like ever green plains with tress as far as the eye can see.
I want to think that I can get away from being wrong,
From being in pain and feeling so afraid of every little thing.
I feel like I will never be the same as I once was,
When I was little with my little ideas and fun.
I remember dreaming of giants, knights and kings.
Protecting the kingdom from very evil things.
Exploring the deep ocean, creating a cure,
Making people happy with a stupid slur.
I remember dreaming of being clearly heard,
My wishes granted and my hopes unfold.
Things were so better, when I was just six,
I didn’t have to learn how to deal with human-ish things.
Now I feel pressure and stress, loneliness build up,
Soon I will probably break and declare that I am once again stuck.
I will continue to chase my hopes and my dreams,
Protecting them from the eyes that don’t believe.
I hope I will prevail, to save this burning kingdom of mine,
Hope I don’t get eaten by a dragon of the mind.
Paul Aug 2017
I don’t need much, I really don’t,
I survived and been well on so much less.
But now that I tasted, a small bit of it,
Could you give all you’ve got, be my everything?
I want you to ask me, how I am today,
You know the answer well but just ask for the hell of it.
I really want you, to say something nice,
Something sweet to make it all right.
Do you mind, me sitting quietly right there?
Where you can hear me breath and sniffle the air.
But do you know, that on the other side, I am not okay…
I am crying and breaking and simply fading away?
I sat there crying, saying be right back…
Can you just ask me, why I act like that?
It's a bit of a mess but I don't think I was born to be a poet but the idea is that, during a voice call with some friends, I just had a moment where I started to cry and no one wondered why I just became silent and sniffled and just was not okay. I guess its bit arrogant, to want that attention but I am not above saying I am an attention *****....
Paul Aug 2017
I don’t believe in fancy words,
In promises that it won’t hurt.
I don’t believe I’m good enough,
Or even slightly above the stupid bunch.
I don’t believe in your okay’s
Or all the times you said it’ll turn out great.
I don’t believe in my ability to speak,
To make others understand and feel.
I don’t believe in a happy ending,
Because I live in envy and hate.
I don’t believe that I will ever be just okay.
But somehow I found a bigger idiot than me,
Who for some reason started to believe
I don’t know what, you see in me.
But be sure I’m glad, that you believe in me.
I have a friend that I call "Meanie" mainly because he was quite mean to me i nthe first few momments we met and now after a really long time I can't really live without him. Cause he believes in me like no one else does and I can't help but adore it and hate it at the same time.
Paul Aug 2017
Parties are strange, they’re so freaking loud,
All those warm bodies shouting out loud.
At the top of their lungs, with beautiful smiles,
As they chuckle and drink and forget life for a while.

I sat in the corner, of the biggest room,
Where lights were so bright I just didn’t know what to do…
I tried to get a drink, but I don’t like the taste,
So it’s just me being sober, having fun in my brain.

I thought I had a friend here, now I really don’t know,
I saw them having fun so, might as well just let that one go…
Yes, I’m jealous, I know I’m not fun, I shy away from everyone,
Especially when they start to have more fun.

Then they got drunk, beyond understanding,
Crawling on the floor and asking for medicine.
I tend to their needs, while they don’t even know my name,
They just call me strange names and forget that I am there…

Come to think of it, it’s always the case,
Where life is a party and I’m just slowly burning away.
Trying to enjoy but it all just melts away,
With my heart, my soul and feelings of pain.
Paul Aug 2017
I’m not shouting for attention or the pity that you can give,
I am shouting because I want you to understand what I feel.
I want you to just for a little bit of time
Pretend to think that it’s all justified.
I want you to live, for few minutes in my ***** shoes,
Peer into my head, my heart and my emotional issues.
I want you to know, what it’s like to lose all your will,
To have more control than you will ever even dream.
I want you to understand how I like hugs,
Or those sweet lies I tell myself to feel loved.
I want you to understand, how I feel when you ignored my like that,
I want you to feel just a little pain from all that.
I want you to hear my shout, let it echo in your head,
And hopefully it will grant me an end.
You for that little moment, understand what I feel,
That you are not the center of this crazy wheel.
Just for a little bit, pretend that you can understand,
And then live on, with the rest of your life.
Paul Aug 2017
All I wanted, was to hear “Don’t!”
But you instead wished me good luck.
Paul Aug 2017
I splashed around the ***** room,
Dropping my knife onto my shoe.
Losing a toe, some dignity and a lot of pride.
I finally made some hot chocolate for tonight.

I couldn’t believe, the nightmares in there,
The smell of my burning skin in the heavy air.
As I melted onto the floor and grunted in pain,
That devilish pie was still laughing in my face.

I never came back, after that day,
Mainly because of my inability to bake.
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