Love me for who I am.
Love me for who I'm not.
If you can do that,
I'll give you everything I've got.

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

FEELINGS

Anxious and worried I today feel;

A little depressed too, as if slumping down-hill.

To do my daily writing just now, a little reluctant I feel;

Destiny sometimes, us does severely grill;

Specially when a dear one is suddenly ill;

Behaving sometimes like a shark about to ****.

When our own, besides us are not ; sad we feel.

Help me O Ahura, to recuperate; grant me a strong will.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

The lights
Are too bright
For my eyes
For my heart
For me.
But which me?

Orli,
Your scars are showing.
Orli,
Your movements are slowing
Orli,
Your eyes are red and blurring.
Orli,
Your brain is overflowing.

You can't let them see.
You can't let them know.

Orli,
Your scars are showing.

I have no energy left to
Cry
I say
Goodbye
To happiness and
Sigh
Why can't I close my
Eyes
And fall
asleep
Instead I lie awake In
bed
and
think
of death
Maybe try to hold my
Breath
I know it's stupid
I can't
stop it
Even when
I know I'm ruined
I just want it all
to stop
Please
Maybe tomorrow I'll
sleep in
Peace.

To wake up everyday
with a great thought of dying
Living a life grown
Unworthy of you trying,
The deepness of my depression
Is hidden
Behind eyes smiling,
Born to hearts
Not too concerned of
Me falling
To call out to love
Walking away deaf
To me calling,
To have nothing left to gain
Other than pain
And nothing to lose,
Look upon my soul
And see the bleeding bruise,
Once I carried confidence
When every path did not
Chill me,
To rebuild over and over
Strengthens and kills me,
Crying from time to time
Because the bottle is spilling
Lost without guidance
But all I ask for is light
And healing.

“We are poets.
  We don’t cry,
  We bleed on paper”