Im a mad man yes i swear its true...
Maybe its time to move on...
Find a ******* meaning with you...
As I hold you close against me all the demons hear me scream...
And then i'm forced to let you go...
And down your face your tears will stream...
When everything we've stood for just seems to fall apart...
We'll take a trip inside our minds...
A trip thats lonely and dark...
So I resort to the insanity...
Hold it like my baby...
Never let it go...
Come on lets put on a show...
A show with creepy clowns frowning...
Everybody's laughing...
But we just laugh along with them...
Because we know we will end them...
Yes i'm a mad man i swear it is true...
Soon it will be over...
Very, very soon...

Valentine's Day is not a
Day for those in love
To show their love
That's an everyday thing
It's a day for the lonely
Made to make them
Feel even more alone
To feel unloved
Unwanted
It's a day
To sell chocolate
That'll make them
Feel slightly better
Before it all gets worse

Sometimes the only way
To escape the demons everyday
Is to save yourself from the fire
Of their simple desire
To hurt you to the break
Because you will make.

Sometimes I wonder why I keep writing poems? I was reading through some that I have pre-written but not released yet, and I realized something. They were all similar, talking about pain and what not. I'm trying to change my subject of writing so it doesn't feel repeated, but I don't know.  I feel like I'm best at writing about despair.
Any thoughts?

Tea time is not how it used to be,—
full of gaiety and life.
Only now, it's full of woe,
and tears drip into my cup.
One day, perhaps soon,
all alone, tea time shall return again—
to being a cheerful occasion.
I go on thinking what tea time could have been like.

-M.H.-