.
...
.....She.....
.was the sun.
...and her love...
....was to powerful....
.......for you to handle.....
.............and now you............
..............are just  a  pile  of..............
.............................ashe­s............................

Let's have a deep talk...
and talk about the things we love,
Like going to parties
and kissing cute boys.

You want to go deeper?
Ask me what I did last friday night
When I was too drunk to remember
How much I wanted to die.

Do you like my make-up?
Don't you think my eyes look great?
It's amazing how the concealer
can transform  my ugly face

I  can talk about my boyfriend
and how much I love his pretty smile
Yeah, he can be an  *******
But is nice to hold someone's hand

My friends are amazing,
especially when we don't talk
Who cares about our messed-up parents
We came to the club to dance

Maybe I'm shallow
But I don't really care.
I'm too numb to realize
How I'm drowning in this plastic cage

This is not a poem,
I really wish I could write one again.
This a sad echo,
from someone who is already dead.

I used to be better,
when that part of me was alive.
She was the one that understood my soul,
she transformed my tears in art.

But I killed her, I killed me,
and now I can't see through my tears
I'm drowning, but I can't scream.
  I'm speechless.

I forgot how to write poetry

.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain

I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care
  a                                                           ­                                                   I       
m                                    I'm locked inside a cage                                 m 
a                                         that I built myself                                        p   f                                         But I can't get out                                         a  
a                                             I can't escape                                             t
i                                         from my own mind                                      h
l                                                              ­                                                    e
u                                                 Help me                                                 t
r                                                I'm trapped                                             i
e          ­                                                                                                       c
I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done