The truth can ****.
The truth...
Something no one,
Wants to hear.
Something that can rip you apart,
Piece by piece.
My heart was ripped in two
The truth ruined my life
It has caused me to think
Am I worth something to somebody,
Am I worth the time and effort,
Am I really human?
Are we just puppets,
In a world
Much smaller then it is,
Or are we alone
Is this small world?
What is truth?
What is life?

My poems are all true.
I feel all the pain,
All the love,
All of it.
I will post things for people,
By people that give me permission.
For the ones who have passed on I wrote those
I wrote them so they know they are still loved
Even if they are gone.
My poems are my music
My poems are my escape
From the real world.
Don't hate on them
You hate them
You hate me.

My pain
Is something that no one can take
My heart is breaking
My body is aching
My mind is racing
These pains
People can I have too
But these pains are my pains
No one can feel what I'm feeling
My pain, Is my pain
Not your pain
Don't make me feel your pain too
I don't need anymore pain on me
I'm breaking already
My arms will fall off
My heart will break
My legs will be broken
I will be in so many pieces
No one will put me back together again
The pieces won't fit together anymore
Once they are broken
They are broken
It will take so much to be put together again
This is my pain
Don't try and feel my pain
You will not survive
You will die with how much it hurts
This is my pain
And ONLY my pain