Hate yourself....
Pity yourself......
Hurt yourself....
But always remember that there are other people who will also get hurt seeing you breaking

Hi! My name is poetic and I'm poetical,
I shine with the pen and I always get lethal.
Don't be stunned when my poetry's jab
Causes plague and blinds you with a flap!

My speech is rooted in truth
And my words are anchored by oath.
The metaphor speaks for itself
And the simile becomes my wealth.

I am a poet,you don't seem to know it!
I don't think twice,I just blow it!
The poem that you've just read today
Was taken raw from the shelf by the way.

I was a broken puzzle
And now with these words as I addazzle,
I can say poetry brought it all together
And made mild conditions of the weather.

Don't hate,I speak my mind,
And regret after the words are combined
To infiltrate your soul and propagate
A well refined feeling of weight!

Half the words I orchestrate the meaning,
The other half I display with grinning.
What matters is that I planted the seed
And you nurture it well as you read!

Time check two hours til midnight
He called, you left
Earphones plugged, distraction for the unnerving silence

Waiting, hoping, for you to come back
A minute passed, an hour passed
In the end, I have finally realized it
Tomorrow has come, and you are not here

I don’t know why,
a tear falls from my eye,
onto a face that can’t see its own beauty,
I cant comprehend why a scream,
escapes a mouth,
that masks a smile,
like her life is a trial,
and she cant escape,
I can’t wrap my bruised mind,
around why god gave hands,
to a body so broken,
all it wants is to take away the pain,
then cover it up because society shames feelings,
I can’t fathom why,
a brain was given to a body,
that doesn’t want to try to survive.