Define nobody,
label not a soul.
To deal but not to bow,
is every psychological goal.

Speak your peace
Don't be a lost cause

There comes a time
And it won't feel fun

Don't hold it to inside
It must be done

Never hide
It may hurt someone

The things that we hear
The things that we say

Are not about us
And you shouldn't care

Always remember
That life goes fast

There comes a time
When you must

Speak your Peace

I'll smile,
     pretend
  I'm okay...
Better than the
          truth
   Anyways.

There was this little girl,
So innocent and pure
Until there came a day,
a trap-she was lured.

She tasted cruelty;
violence unveiled
before her very eyes.
A surprise was then revealed.

The world showed the truth;
The mask was uncovered,
Behind all the beauty,
Evil was discovered.

She wept and wept
day after day
With her helpless little heart,
the demons came to play

She did nothing more
and nothing less
Instead, isolated herself
from all the rest.

The perfect man does not exist -
No matter what they say.
Because every man
Has the tendency to walk away.

My counselor asked me
if it bothers me that she moved on
what appears to be quickly
and how I feel about it

It's a heaviness in my chest
and a tightness
and it keeps me warm
in the worst way possible
when I decide to look her up on facebook
or when I realize
she's getting ****** by someone else

I mean, it ******* hurts, man
it makes me angry,
and under the anger, more hurt,
but is there really any point in talking about it?
Because it's been months
and I feel like I'm getting nowhere

It just feels like
I don't want to finish this ******* "poem"

It feels like I want to call her a *******
for lying to me
I want to call her a ******* fool
for throwing me away
for apparently not caring about me
enough to even tell me how she felt

But for whatever reason,
I still think highly of her
I still wish she hadn't gone,
and in my broken, weak, ******* heart,
I still want her to tell me she was wrong

How is it supposed to ******* feel?