September 27th
You died today
Your life just slipped away
Maybe souls exist and I’ll see you again
Pretty lies we tell ourselves but it’s all pretend
My tethers to this world are growing thin
I often wonder why they say suicides a sin
The world with out you has grown a little grim
I know I need time to grieve
But it’s hard when there’s no time to breath

Sea green, sea blue
all I wanted was to be with you
but it was too much
you were smothered by my touch
I don’t wanna feel
the way you made me feel
ever again
I felt so unwanted,
pushed away and haunted
by what had been

His mind was beautiful
His poetry was art
He made my soul full
His sad eyes stole my heart

He once was a true love of mine
My sun and stars, I was love blind
But no longer can I call him mine
And no longer does my heart shine

He asked me for space again
I said “yes”
But this aching in my chest
Tells me that it’s not okay
And that it hurts everyday
That I am not with him.
I feel hurt and taken for granted
I feel the dynamic is slanted
We never go on dates anymore
It doesn’t help that we’re both poor
He always wants to stay home
I feel unwanted and alone
He rarely calls me his Bbg
He hardly ever flirts with me
He already broke my heart
Maybe things can’t go back to the start
When he would smile and caress my face
And hold me in his warm embrace
Even though I love him
I’m starting to resent him...
And I don’t know how to tell him
Without the fear of loosing him

If you wanted my beating heart
You should’ve treated it right from the start

Yet you set me on fire
cause you hate yourself
Watched my burning pyre
As you berate yourself

Now my carcass smolders
In the ashes of
What sickens me to call our love

It gives me glee to see
It blow away in the wind
As if it was never there to begin
And at last I am free again

I didn't want to
I didn't want to
Do those things with you
But you persisted
Crushed my soul
Then enlisted
Now your off fighting a war
While I'm here feeling like a *****

There was a rose garden
Vibrant and full of life
The prince poured
His love into the roses
Every night.
But the roses kept
Pricking his fingers.
His blood dripped
Onto the floor
They lapped it up
Growing more and more
Till the prince ran dry
With no more blood to spill
He left the roses
To die on their hill.
So full of fright they cried
Every night till sunrise
And from their grief
A child was born
Twisted and rotten
A head full of thorns.
They nursed the wretched child
With the blood of the prince
That was coursing inside.
She ****** and ******
till the roses turned white
as the moon hanging high in the sky.
The roses withered as the last drop
of blood left their veins.
And down from hill the child did climb
Searching for a reason
for all the pain inside.