Here’s a fun fact
My music doesn’t effect the way that i act
So if that’s your excuse for why I’m me
Don’t use it
In fact the way that
It’s the way I act effects my music
They are my own **** decisions

And I’m not religious
Just because it’s prestigious
Doesn’t mean it makes living life
Any Less vicious
And I do my best to make all the right decisions
but at night have all these vivid
Visions about how I’ve been living
And it seems like their giving
me a sign
Or maybe their just playing with my mind
or telling me it’s time
That stop trying to write poetry
Stop trying to rhyme.

Or..
Maybe their showing me
Who I’m supposed to be
But what if what I’m supposed to be
Isn’t what I chose to be
does it mean that it’s the end for me
and all my dreams
Sometimes
the way it seems.

Now with all that said

I have a question
When you’re stuck in a world of emotional suppression
and deep depression
and you wanna spill your guts
but they won’t let you make a confession
whats the point of life?
Whats my life lesson ?

Hello world
My name is Blake
Im fed with life
Iv had all that I can take
Every breath I take is just another
mistake
im too passive
and I have  too much on my plate
my bodies starting to fail
but it’s my babies heart
that’s at stake
I have no friends

Well not that I can tell
No body to give a **** if I end up in hell

They say lift your head up
and pray to god
but let ask you something..
isn’t that a little odd?
why would I pray to
someone I can’t even see
it’s not really that I
don’t believe
it’s what if god doesn’t believe in me?
what if there’s no one up there
looking out for me?
What if..
The end is just the end for me?

I lay here broken
without a sound
nobody cares
nobodies around

they called me useless
they called me fake
there isn't much more
of this I can take
all this weight on my arms
and their about to break.

I grab my journal
and begin to write
trying to continue
to fight
my pen makes contact
the paper tears
it's been soaked in all my tears

im out of luck
that was my last page
this is too much to deal with
at my age
all these feeling locked up
with me in a cage.

I have no way to fight
so I guess I choose flight
I grab me blade
and go to the light.

I
do everything I can

Just
to live for you ..

But
I cant even feel you anymore

What
have I done to you?

You
are my everything and

I *******
broke you,

And
I talked to you yesterday

And
I’m still not sure

That it was you I even spoke to .



I always
pictured

That
when we were together that

We
would live it up…

But
lately it seems like

The
only light I have has given up,

You’ve
given up.

It
feels like we’re falling apart

But
I promise im not giving up!!!

I
love you so **** much and im losing you .

And
when you’re gone,

What
the hell am I supposed to do?

Lay
in bed,

Cry
in my pillow,

And
pretend it’s you?

Because
that’s exactly what im

Gonna
do .

I bet
you didn’t know

That
when im alone

it’s
for you that I cry .

what
else can I do

when
I’m watching everything

I love
die?

And
the worst  part is…

I’ve
given this my very

Best
try.

I too
often catch myself

Asking
why

Why
do I keep hurting her?

Why
am I the reason she cuts?

Why the **** do I keep bothering to wake up?

Now
that I read this

I guess
it’s clear why she’s giving up …

Because
I just can’t stop ******* up.

I’m
just not good enough.

Hello
world

Im
just a ***** up

I didn’t
think it’d be this hard to love me when I grew up.

The
part that ***** is I’m love struck

I can’t
just give up.

And
if you’re looking for a broken man

Here
I am

Holding on
to our love for dear life

Once
again

****

I  can
Try to deal
With your
Absence the best
I can
it’s just that without you
im nothing but
a broken man
I promise that I really did to the best I could
But you didn’t stay next to me
Like you said you
Would.
Why?