I just want to let you know
That I am still here for you
I had to let you go
So you could figure out what's true.

You hold my soul within your eyes
I never wanted to love you
You haven't said your goodbyes
And I hope you never do.

Take all the time you need
To figure out what you should do
Ignore my pain as my heart bleeds
I just want what's best for you.

But when you've got it figured out
If you still want me let me know
Please don't give me room to doubt
If I should stay or I should go.

feet slip in the water
Wondering why i even bother

Looking into that deep abyss
I think about what's amiss

Staring at my own reflection
every answer for contemplextion

I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity

Time holds an emptiness
Standing at my door
With the ringing of the bell
Hoping that I'll answer
While I just hope it goes away
As I can't take it anymore
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

I find it overwhelming
Though I seldom venture out
There's just some things in this life
I don't care to know about
Like the who's and what's and where's
But especially the how's
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

So if you feel the need to look for me
I'll be stuck inside
Where you'll not get an answer
As I'd rather hide than go outside
No if's ands buts or maybes
You can go ahead and tell that time
That's just the way that I'm feeling lately

That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
To capture it, he spent days and days
But once it was seized, he locked it up
then looked at it once, and left it to rot.

He would come up to it, between 6 month intervals,
And bring it back to life, like it wasn't any trouble,
But then he'd grow dark and smash it into two,
and the cycle repeats, through and through.

He used to slip his fingers in the between the bars,
And cared for my heart, and played with my stars
He'd polish my prison, and renovate it pretty
and make sure I'm looking, when he swallows the key.

You see, the thing is:

I could escape and flee with a snap of my fingers,
I've come very close but I always linger
He teases and tortures but it's heavenly agony
I close my eyes, turn around and let him take me.

Knock! Knock! Knock! On my door.
An unexpected visitor? Never before.
In my comfort,  to the door I amble.
But once the doors open, its too much to handle.

The memories flood through, not wanting to leave.
They reach above my neck. I struggle to breath.
I try to find any possible way out,
But there's no one around
to hear me shout.

(A tap on my shoulder)I realise I'm still in line.
"Here's your coffee, miss. Are you alright? "
I'm just fine.

You can't write poetry without feeling something.
Even if its nothing, you can't write poetry without feeling something.