the countdown
for nothing
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You call me a dreamer
Who's the one who says "I love you"
To a complete stranger
Every day?

This one is for my followers.
Each one of you have hit that "follow button"
you read my poetry.
I have read yours,
each and every one of you,
I have read your poems.
Believe me, or not.
But I have.
Each and every one of you
are beautiful
You read my words,
you come into my world,
and for that
I thank you
You are reviving me.
Saving me.
Keeping me alive.
101 followers.
I feel so grateful
for you all.
Don't ever say
"No one cares about me"
I do
I care,
and I see your emotions
through your poetry
Thank you for reading
Bleeding Diamonds poetry
But that is just a username
this is from the boy behind the words.
This is Zach
thanking you
thank you
my 101 followers
=)

I failed.
I failed
I failed
I could have stopped it
everything
But
you guessed it
I failed.
I failed at keeping myself okay,
I was worried on keeping everyone else happy.
I failed at knowing how to love.
I failed at remembering how to be happy.
After what feels like a lifetime being shrouded in darkness,
I have failed to bring lightness to the world.
I bring darkness,
like a storm brings destruction.
I failed to gather the joy
I left it to die.
I failed
But,
its okay.

can i hate him
when he can't fathom the thought
of anyone
doing otherwise
to begin with

Muffled are the screams of joy

I keep a lot of things
Inside a box under my bed
All the confessions left unspoken
All the things I never said

All the silenced "I love you"s
Every drowned out "please"
Every word I've ever swallowed
I keep them under lock and key

So every time that I seem quiet
When I refuse to make a sound
That's just me adding a new collection
To my box that will never be found

But maybe one day I'll find someone special, who really cares to see
Who will reach into my coat pocket
And find my secret key

Maybe then we'll sit together
And look at every one
I think I'll be able to talk much better
With every knot and noose undone

But I suppose that's just a dream of mine
And all these words drawn out with lead
Are just a new addition
to the box under my bed