I have been through a lot
So much that I have nearly forgot
That my heart was tortured beyond repair
No one else's hearts can compare
The loss I have been through
With others and also you
I have died so many times
My hatred committed many crimes
I have a stone wall around my heart
One that can't be torn apart
By man nor love
Down to Hell and Heaven above
I am so cold
My heart ages, it's old
No one can save me
For I will always be...
*Empty

My best friend
Was there till the end
And never let me down

Her silver eyes
Hypnotized
Even six feet underground

With every slice, she whispered "More"
I bled so much, I collapsed on the floor
Becoming so very weak

People say beauty is on the inside
With every cut, I start to cry
Wishing the beauty could leak

What's the point of dying
If you only think of it when you're crying?
Life is hard, yes I know
And these thoughts and feelings will begin to grow
But these aren't the ways
You can't run for all your days
Life is beautiful, Death is comes for everyone
But in Death, you can't ever see the sun
For it should come naturally, too
Don't **** yourself if you don't love you for you

I met you one day
You were dating my best friend
I never took a double take
When you broke up
I looked at you clearly for once
And this time, I couldn't look away
We talked a bit more
You made me smile and laugh
Then we shared that kiss...
If she ever found out
She would **** us both
But at least I would have you
She found out that day
Called us names
And you became distant
I spilled everything
I said I loved you
But all you said was, "I feel complicated"
Excuse after excuse
But I can't stop loving you
I can't stand this pain anymore
Tell me how you feel!
Don't push me away...
I can't stand....
Us feeling
*Complicated

Hey! I would just like to say thank you for the views on my poems. It means a lot. It's my birthday today! Whoo hoo! 3/29!
I know this isn't a poem but...thank you. It is the best present ever

Down                                 stairs. No
           the                    the                     one
                 stairs.   Up                                   really
                                                          ­                         cares.

For years, I was happy
Always smiling
Never really sad as I am now
The sun was always up, lights always shining

But now, I'm dying
Always depressed, found crying
The lights are out, the sun was destroyed
What's the point of living if the thing you lived for....was dead?