When they ask me if i'm ok
I look at them and I just want to cry, but I can't.
The look on your face when I said no..no i'm not ok
They look down and they say there sorry. How can you be sorry? Are you the reason i'm feeling this pain? Is it your fault? Because the last I check this is all on me. Not you so please just leave. When I said those words  that person didnt move and I knew why. You can't help me, you won't help me.

I have never seen someone care so much. Maybe this all I need, maybe all I needed was someone to look at me and say I know your not fine.

That day I will never forget because that day I did't feel alone.

What if you tried suicide
And by mistake you up and died
Would the demons laugh while God cried
If you were to take your own life

If you think, things aren't running right for me
Do you need to step out that drastically
Wouldn't it be better if you could keep
From doing  harm to the one you call me

Doesn't tomorrow bring another day
A chance to better the come what may
A chance to act a chance to say
There's more to life that I can make

Suicide is not a step that's light
It's the short end of the rope, the snake that bites
The loss of the string on the kite of life
The mistake you make you make too late to find

It's the cowardly way in which to say
I can't make it through another day
Come what will, come what may
You need to live this life before it's too late

Because what you find with suicide
It's also the ones you leave behind that die
Where the demons laugh and God cries
When you can't take anymore and you take your life

Word of the day - YONDERLY
Meaning - absent minded, emotionally distant
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I disappear
with my own choice.
I isolate myself
from the crowd
and want people
to not notice me
and then I blame people
for not caring about me
in the hope
that someday someone
will notice me
despite the fact
I don’t want him to.
I find myself
in a war situation
with the prejudices I hold
against people
and their true form.
I fear
that they’ll see
the truth behind
my fear of them.
I have transformed into a person
I don’t recognise
when I see in a mirror.
On the tracks of life
my train is stuck
and I try to hide
from other trains
but I cannot.
On the path of life
I took the road
to self destruction
and there is no turn ahead,
just a dead end.

I am still inside
But, some days, the person I think I am stands back and watches the truth.
I observe a person I don't know.

She is a monster
That girl who lives in my body.
She wants to completely destroy what I carefully built

I try to scream
But, no one hears the voice of the wind
They’ve all forgotten me and are welcoming her into their embrace.

Will I reemerge
Or will that girl swallow me whole?
Is it possible to one day return to the person I was before?

As a man, I’ve never quite understood our logic
How we beg for a woman’s heart then dodge it
We go on these rants about how women play games
When we’re the ones causing the most damage & it’s a shame

Tell me. What’s the point of having a woman ride so hard for you
just to break her heart into pieces when she does so much to ride for you
You get mad them when they’ve realized the same old things being said
from the last man who broke her heart by playing games with her head

Women aren’t perfect but the love of a woman, could never be matched
The feeling that she gives you once she’s gotten attached
The little things that she’s does to prove you’re she needs
Just for you to take it, spit it in her face, then leave
So tell me why it’s easier to break her heart than to love her
If her heart’s always been true to you, what’s the benefit of hurting her

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