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If
If a sea could made of tears
Mine would overflow
If something could burn
You from the inside out
I would be ash
If you could drown in shame
My lungs would be full of water
If it was a crime to love someone
That made you hate yourself
I would be charged 20 years to life
You
Sometimes when you’re around me
It hurts to breath
I sit here and wonder how the hell you can’t see it
My everlasting love that feels more like anguish
But I can’t back away
I can’t seem to see the truth
Even though sometimes I would tell my friends about you
But somehow, even if I didn’t feel it I knew
I knew that you were bad, and you were no good
And that you would never fall in love with me
Even if you could
But I still did
I let this small school girl crush consume me
People don’t see it, at least they don’t want to
But I wonder how blind they are
When I can see how much you love her
And how much she loves you
Don't let it show
It will **** you if you do
But I fear nothing the way I fear you
And you look at me as if I've gone mad
But you keep me tied in these chains
If only you knew
If there were poisons that you had to drink with every grudge
I would be beyond dead
If there were knives that stuck into your soul with every tear
I would be a human porcupine quills made of steel
If there was a bullet hole for every worthless love
I would look like a mushroom without spores
If there was something for everything
I would be nothing
See you in hell
They all whispered in her ear
Little did they know
That she was dying to meet them there

There was finally a place where she could just be
And not have anyone judge her for who she was
But they never met her in hell
They all went down better paths
And she was left all alone
But at least now she could be true to herself
The paper was crumpled
Where her tears had fallen from the air
She put everything into the pencil marks on the page
Until the day in which it was torn away
She cried so more when people read the words
And called her strange for feeling something inside

The only thing strange was that she felt what they did
Only so much more
They were too scared to show it
Too scared to write it down
Until that day when her tears streaked
The crumpled paper
In which her feelings were shown

She was one of them too
She knew that they would never know
How it felt to have it all there
On the crumpled paper
Because the paper never called you strange
It knew all too well that pain that you were feeling
And everything that you were going through
She found that crumpled
Piece of paper
Quite relatable
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