"School makes me"
Depressed
Suicidal
Wanna die
^These are the google suggestions ^

This is what is wrong with the system.
School is a place where students should be safe,
School is a place where students should have friends,
but bullies make it impossible,
and teachers do nothing

I turn to see you
You're not there
Gone
You took a piece of me when you left.
I gave it to you, thinking you would stay
but now you're
Gone.
And with you,
went my favorite part of me.

They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.

But what happens if you never come back?

I need you....

Please come back

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again