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:(
:(
you thought i could be replaced
*thats ******* cute
...
...
innocence in a world of hate.
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All I needed was someone to listen
*and you couldn't even do THAT
&?
This one is for my followers.
Each one of you have hit that "follow button"
you read my poetry.
I have read yours,
each and every one of you,
I have read your poems.
Believe me, or not.
But I have.
Each and every one of you
are beautiful
You read my words,
you come into my world,
and for that
I thank you
You are reviving me.
Saving me.
Keeping me alive.
101 followers.
I feel so grateful
for you all.
Don't ever say
"No one cares about me"
I do
I care,
and I see your emotions
through your poetry
Thank you for reading
Bleeding Diamonds poetry
But that is just a username
this is from the boy behind the words.
This is Zach
thanking you
thank you
my 101 followers
=)
115
115
115 is a special number to me.
Summer Rose, thank you.
your follow brought me the number 115.
115 is something that goes with me everywhere.
115
115
115.
This may seem ridiculous
but this is my number,
my lucky number, you might say.
I feel so HAPPY!
I reached 115.
i saw the 114,
and was like
***
its almost at 115.
and now,
it really is
...
thank you!!!
I've just died.
Oh ****
well...
*what should I have done
I stood up
From a small town
Worked up the wits
To become a city boy.
I had nothing
But my pickup truck
And the girl  I left behind.
A shame my locals said.
But I left to become a better man.
Not a breathless ******* as they said
But a solider  fighting for our country.
It is days like today  I have to remember
The things folks like you always forget.
There are people fighting
For you
For me
Should not be overlooked.
We are worth the cause
For me reloading my m16
Boots on the ground.
Head held high
Because  I'll  be home
To see the fireworks tonight.
For soldiers who have given everything.
And  to my brother Justice,
I love you
At 9:00, things happen.
Some go to bed,
some start a party,
some cook dinner.
As for me,
I HATE 9:00
I hate this time because it means
my routine.
In my routine,
I have to avoid the news.
I have to go between a split second between
the last show and the one commercial after it.
If I miss 9:00,
if I accidentally let it pass,
it means for me
another beating.
Another night of restricted sleep.
Another night of senseless ignorance.
  9:00,
its cursed.
Don't let the time
come back to 9.
all true.
I am among you.
I read your poems,
as you read mine.
I give my likes
just as everyone else.
I re-post the ones i especially like
just like you
but see,
I have only just now begun to realize,
that I have neglected things.
I have neglected the bright sky outside.
I have neglected true meaning behind words.
I have failed to show my gratitude for life
I know I write dark,
that won't change
because that is how I feel
inside
But,
It doesn't mean I should dwell in it.
I need a shift.
I need to look at the bright side of things.
Like the fact that I am not living on the streets.
Or the fact that I am not a spawn in war.
I should be happy that I can (usually) eat every night,
and that I have a school that will make me learn
I have only yet to express
how this world can be so dope.
I haven't yet spoken
on my affair with the moon,
and her beauty.
I haven't talked about the grass,
and the stars
and the animals
that truly make this world what it is.
I haven't spoken about the beauty of you
in a long time.
I haven't opened the window
and let the soothing wind
blow kisses on my cheek.
The small things in life
deserve a big shoutout.
Earth is a beautiful place,
why do we feel so dark
well,
I don't know.
All I know,
is that it is time
*to have a good day
Merely
ghosts
floating in the dark
My mind is yet of
a puppeteer
*with no puppet
I can't breathe.
he was choking me
The time flew by
I was waiting
for someone
who never came.
My spirit had been broken,
like by bones and flesh.
He beat me
get over it
This is me
getting over it
"Dont question me he said"
(huh?)
"Its not good enough"
(well ****...)
"You are a ******"
(ooh thats a new one)
"Its my way or the highway"
(narcissist)
He held his ground
(with a big wooden paddle)
My *** was the targetboard.
Friends told me to take it...im a man
Your 15 they said.
(It still hurts)
He took the liberty of ruining my life.
(what a pleasure!)
He fed on my tears.
All i wanted was an end.
But know
I see a shrink
Once a week
To "discuss" my....well.....me
Because IM THE ONE with issues.
Because getting hit and tortured makes a kid normal and....happy.
WRONG.
Because i remember everything.
I am left to dream about every bruise
I am left for dead
In my head.
I am tormented with the want for an explenation.
I am ok
(syke)
I am just an overreacting teen
(are you ******* nuts?!?!)
Vicious.
(not even, fam)
Look.
I need help.
But he,
He needs death.
Thats the only cure for him.
Dad.
No.
P.o.s?
Yep
Loser?
Yep.
****?
Yep
******?
Totally.
I­ have no respect
(i know)
Please dont think change  is out of reach.
So many  have lost hope.
me included
But we cannot give up.
Look up to the sky
Or look me in the eye
And say
"im going to  be okay"
Hope exists
We only need to seek it
Dont forget my name
I wont forget yours.

Dont forget the way we used to sway together

Dont forget the way i reacted when you kissed me for the first time.

I wont forget the way you looked at me when we cuddled.

Dont forget the way i loved you.

Dont forget the way we held eachother. How we knew we would thrive together

I wont forget how you looked at my eyes, and when you told me you loved me.

I wont forget your beauty, your love. How deep.

Dont forget every poem i wrote for you.

I wont choke on every word that seemed to be sent by angels.

I love you.

You love me

*but you still have to go
lord help me!
no answer.
Lord, he hurts me!
Silence.
Lord, take my soul!
Silence.
Lord, I want to **** myself!
no answer.
First, the bible went.
Then the cross necklace.
Everything had to go.
I needed help.
Need help,
but where are you?
God, the savior of all,
the hero.
Where are you?
Because I've looked long and hard,
hoping to finally see my salvation.
But,
no.
No one came as I was choked.
You didn't come when I was being tortured.
You stayed in heaven,
while I was living my own hell.
I did everything you wanted me to do.
I stayed faithful,
giving my testimony,
following your word.
But you let me down.
You always have.
"god loves his children"
No.
I thought I was a child of god.
Apparently not.
Because I am still here.
Inside the house of harm.
Inside the house of sin.
Evil lives here.
Before you tell me,
"don't give up,
I will come through,
it is just a trial"
answer me this,
where were you then,
and where are you
NOW?
I know, this seems dark, but it is what I feel some days.
I'm sorry if this offends you, but I am not sorry for the way I feel, anymore. I am a human and I deserve to be heard. Amen?
Zach,
I know things  have been rough.
People dont understand. Period.
I want you to know  that you are worth something, despite what everyone tells you.
You are going to find someone.
You really will.
And when you do,
You wont remember what loneliness  is
You will love her
You wont want to leave her
Because she  is
just that great
Dont ever believe you are ugly
people  are mean and you know who you are.
Dont let them get into your head.
One person saying  you are handsome and meaning it is way better than a million  people saying it out of pitty.
Don't  let them controll you
You are better than drugs
Better  than  alcohol..
You will survive
You will grow up to be a fine young man with a goal in life.
Dont let dad **** dreams
Dont let mom **** you into a life not meant for you.
Dont loose that goofy smile.
Dont ever stop your passion for music
Dont be afraid to cry
Dont be afraid to stand up
Because the world  needs standers,
Not sitters.
Dont choose to let others walk on you.
Dont stop watching star wars
And humming the theme song on the walk to school.
Zach,
I know not many people tell you this,
But you are awesome.
You are important
Silly
And honest.
Dont disregard  those  traits.
I am not trying to be concideded
But you...we need this.
Especially  when we feel so low
While others  are living so high.
Zach,
Dont listsn to the haters.
Believe in yourself,
And *never stop trying
This ppem was inspired by a friend who decided to lift me up and support me. Through that i decided to write this as sort of  self encouragement. Thank you, Ashton
get to know me
*you just might love me
#me
walking in silence.
Not breathing,
not doing anything
but walking.
I have the taste of blood,
for biting my lip too hard.
I see your face,
making thoughts pass my mind.
I can't fathom the things that have happened.
The demons I have conquered
to be here.
I walk.
I see you.
My heart stops a little
as I find myself
face to face
with you
The suspension is killing me.
You are looking me in the eyes.
Your beauty captivates me.
If there was a way for me to love you,
oh wouldn't you tell me?
I am hearing myself
"roses are red
violets are blue"
and I curse myself,
for sweating this much.
I want to hold your hand tight,
tell you that I love you,
and leave into the night sky,
hoping you will come and chase me.
Here I am,
heart stopping
because this whole time
I haven't taken a single breath.
I fall,
flowers in hand
for *you
I cant imagine life without you.
I dream of us
not ***,
not swallowing each other,
No,
I look forward to seeing you
every day
I .

I dream about us on a regular day.
It may seem strange.
I dream of when we come home to each other.
I just want to tell you
I love you
I can't say it enough.
I love you.
I hope you know,
I count the hours till I see you again.
sweetheart
You mean everything to me.
Now all i have to do is take the step,
and ask you out.
Will you say
*yes
right now,
I crave conversation.
I sit alone.
Waiting for her to finish.
I sit here
hearing all conversations.
One is about football
another is about plans for this Wednesday.
I want to be talking.
I want to be apart of something.
right now
My spirits are low.
Right now,
it seems like these gray tables are going to swallow me whole
these chairs hurt.
there is a model rocket above my head.
I want to fly away in it
Zoom past the stars,
the planets
and everything in between.
I want to be one with the air.
One in the soul.
forever
I feel alone.
Alone
I wait...
still waiting
but what can I expect?
Some things are really important.
Sorry I tried to keep you,
but this feeling is why.
Woops.
So yeah,
I feel alone.
So alone.
Its noisy,
yet I feel the silence.
Dark, silent silence.
Why did god create this feeling.
Its quite ugly
this is getting repetitive.
I know.
but I cant help it
I feel alone
Lieber, ist dies für Sie.
Ich möchte Sie , stark zu bleiben , und ich weiß, dass eine schwierige Aufgabe ist . nur daran erinnern, dass ich hier bin für dich, und ich werde immer hier sein. Wenn Sie das Bedürfnis verspüren, zu sterben , denken Sie daran , dass ich mit dir bin. Ich hoffe, dass Sie mich ernst nehmen , und meine Liebe ernst. Ich gehe nicht weg, und ich hoffe, Sie werden auch nicht.
Guten Morgen,
Gute Nacht.
my lover Mädchen
Von,
Bluten- Diamanten
the perfect word to describe me.
I count the days
i count the nights.
It's been a while since the last strike.
96 days, to be exact.
I wonder,
when he will lash out again.
I watch his every move,
he knows we're watching.
But still he dares to smile.
I get sick just thinking,
about the stuff he's done,
and the things i can't fathom,
that he plans to do.
I know its coming,
I can feel the pressure.
I just wonder when
his next attack will commence.
Because it will..
I know him WAY too well.
So for know,
i guess i'll just keep counting
I'm sorry
I tried to see
I tried to feel
but you still told me I was wrong
forgive me, lord
*im still not enough
America
"the land of the free and the home of the brave"
Right?
No.
America is not/nor has it ever been free
See,
America has fallen,
it has crashed,
and it is burning.
America was meant to be paradise.
But the people are hurting,
and last I checked,
there is no pain in paradise.
There is injustice.
The rich stare at a boat full of money,
while the poor stare at an empty fridge,
begging for help.
America is the place where you are killed for your race,
and slandered for your ***.
America is the place where public schools forget who you are,
and college costs a life's worth of savings.
America is not what the founding fathers wanted.
The only thing that matters is the Benjamins.
No one gives a **** about justice,
and everyone only works to get drunk.
America owns crime,
and brings lies to the table.
America has lost its morals.
What happened?
war?
power
money
ALL OF THE ABOVE.
America has failed.
But here we are,
in a country that has stopped giving a ****.
So here's my question
*what's next?
You cant sweep your kids under the rug.
You cant push us aside and go drinking.
After all,
You made us.
It was your night of fun, wrether intentional or not that made us.
You cant ignore us
We need you.
As much as your work ****** you off
You cant take it out on us.
Why do you think we are so against you?
Or better yet
What did you do to make us that way.
Because we...well i dont hate for no reason.
i always have a reason
Why do you hit us,
You know you wouldnt like to be hit.
Why are you so angry
I know....life *****,
But your kids will find out eventually, no need to make them learn now.
You cant butter us up
Because we arnt dumb.
Parents
Love the kids.
You made em
So love em.
Dont leave them in the dark
Because it hurts.
Dont. Leave us
Words are nothing without its speaker

Sports are nothing without its players

Poetry is nothing without its poets

Clothes are nothing without its wearer.

Just as i am nothing without a lover
You litte ******
Dont question  me
You little ******
Try to fight back at me!
You little ******
Get mad
Get ******!
Little  ******
Get up
Hurry  your fat *** up!
You little  ******
Clean your ******* blood off the floor
You little ******
Dont act like it hurts
You little  ******
You dont have a right  to feel sad
You little ******
Dont stare at me with your ugly ***
You little  ******
Im gonna ****  ya'
You little ******
Lets go out back
You little ******
Be lucky thats all you got
You little ******
Stop your crying
You little ******
Get up! Come on! Now!
You little ******
There aint no one to save you
You little ******
Get out of my sight
-
All things  my lovely father has said
anger.
such a powerful emotion.
But I beg of you,
don't let anger control your life.
Don't let it make you do things you would regret
Don't let your anger take action.
Be wise.
Don't let anger win.
Take the time,
to calm down.
Anger is not the answer,
because anger leads to hostility,
and hostility is for fools
don't do something you'll regret because you were angry
Grandfather, I’d say
Come with me today.
We would see a world anew.
Full of the things we love,
None of what we hate.
We will have cinemas to keep us company.
Video games for the playing.
Lots of world to cover as time merely stops.
We shall feast at grandma’s cooking,
Enjoy a sweet treet,
And meet batman himself.
Grandfather, I’d say,
Its my turn to make you happy today.
He’d smile,
And gently take my hand,
As we run away to a happy place.
He knew no evil,
So we will see a world of fun and games,
And we’ll forget the bad names,
That we fought so hard to avoid.
I would take his hand,
Show him the way
To have a **** good day.
We will be in paradise,
No more need for dreaming,
Not cats due to his discretion,
And lots of root bear and pizza to fill our hearts once more.
He won’t have to deliver any more packages,
Because I chose
To take him with me.
An ode to appreciation
______________
Each day, our men and women in law enforcement gear up.
They prepare for the day ahead
But how can they know
What the day might bring?
And as they get ready for their day,
They must mentally prepare for the emotional warfare they will once again face.
They prepare to say that final goodbye to their families, should the day turn into their last.
Each officer faces these fears.
They face death, harm, disrespect, and threats, but yet they keep coming back.
On the news, we only see the negative side of law enforcement,
And yet, we do not acknowledge the good things officers do for us citizens every day.
Appreciation has turned to become socially unacceptable.
Is it just me that see’s something wrong here?
They gear up for us.
For our country.
For our people.
For our families.
They train for disasters, for tragedies.
They were there for 9/11
They did what they had to do.
We thanked them then.
But where are we now?
Where do our respects lie?
They give their life, they give their time
But yet, they are not recognized for giving their lives.
Recently, my family visited the Aurora Police Department’s memorial for the officers that had fallen in the line of duty.
The area was empty.
No one was there.
It was like I could hear their voices in the wind.
Like the feeling of an unexpected guest.
I felt as if it was my duty as a citizen to read their story, which had been put on the wall with honor.
I wish I could personally thank all the men and women who had given their lives for our country.
I wish I could convey my gratitude.
But the truth is, they’ve past on.
And the sad part is, people have forgotten their names.
True, its hard to account for every single person in Colorado who had given their lives,
But was there even any attempt from us citizens?
Did you know that approximately 270 officers have fallen in the line of duty in Colorado alone?
69 of those 270 officers were from our very own Denver.
That leaves 201 other officers from various parts of Colorado.
Denver’s fallen officers have contributed approximately 25% of fallen officers in Colorado.
  Most names of Denver’s fallen officers will not be recognized.
But, I feel I should thank them anyway.
Thank you, Celena Hollis.
Thank you, David Roberts.
Thank you, Donald Young.
Thank you Dennis Licata.
These four gave their lives to Denver citizens in the last decade.
These four heroes gave their life so we could feel safe at night.
So we could live in peace, and in happiness
If it is a crime to be grateful,
Then call me guilty.  
These people are not just ordinary.
They gave their lives for you and me.
They sacrificed their life, for us to see
That we matter.
I don’t believe they do their job for the paycheck,
I believe they do it so our town does not become a wreck.
More and more, disrespect becomes common.
And somehow, more and more officers fall.
More officers don’t live to tell the story.
That’s heartbreaking.
Call me delusional.
But I believe in change
Because
Appreciation can go a long way.
This generation is losing respect.
It’s losing morality.
But it can all change.
It can change before our generation crashes.
It must change.
Please take these words and make something out of them.
Please make these words hold meaning.
I can’t be the only one to want these people to live.
To come home another day.
Thank you, to the men and women in service who may be here today.
Thank you to the military, To law enforcement, To medical EMTs, To our firefighters,
And to everyone here who cares about the wellbeing of this country.
Thank you.
just to say thank you
Lucy
Oh sweet lucy.
You are so kind.
You always listen to me
You look at me
With your kind eyes.
So gentle.
I love you, my little puppy.
My baby.
Im sorry you have to live with my dad
But as long as we live together we will protect eachother.
I know i can count on you.
Each time i come home,
And your little tail wiggles,
It warms me
I love it when you give me hugs.
You are just the cutest thing
We get to watch each other  grow up
And im proud to be your daddy
If poetry dies
We all fall apart.
If poetry dies,
Will the sun not shine anymore?
Because the sun is poetic in its own way.
It radiates.
It illuminates.
It inspires.
And if poetry dies
Art dies.
Poetry is everything.
Its existed for centuries.
See this is brought people together since forever ago.
And today, it brings us together.
you and me
And whoever else's poems you delight yourself with.
We create a community.
Here
On this site.
People from all over the world.
Each of us with a story to tell
And one talent we show
poetry
Isnt it great?
A tradition that must live on.
The art of emotion
Some complex
Others delightfully simple.
Poetry
Creates us,
Our creativity
And the desire to write something new
Something **great
For all poets who want to keep the tradition of poetry ALIVE!!
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PREGNANT TEENS
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***
Got your attention?
good.
sorry for that hell of a beginning,
however,
this is big
So i needed an attention grabber.
heh heh.
See what I did there?
So then, B.D,
whats the news.
The news,
the really big big news,
is that I am alive.
though that may not be a big deal to you,
it is to me.
See, it is because of you,
that I live.
You,
the people of hello poetry.
The people of earth.
REAL PEOPLE.
You!
You are keeping me alive.
I write,
you read..
Right?
Our little system here.
Its a great one.
I am so glad you even decided to read this.
Like, you truly are a hero,
just. for. that.
If you don't feel special,
like I often do,
well let me tell you something.
please?
You are very special.
You are beautiful.
How do I know?
Because you are reading this,
which is poetry,
and poetry,
is a beautiful thing,
meant for beautiful people,
and what do you know?
Your reading this,
which means you are beautiful.
Its quite silly, yes I know.
But why be so serious all the **** time?
We need to smile.
And I smile
because of you =>
you bring life to my life.
This is for you, reader.
Not to a lover,
not to a family member.
To you.
You pioneer this smile,
and for that,
I owe you my life.
yes, this is really for you.
The only thing keeping you a failure
is believing that you're a failure
My day was fine
Except for the yelling
And the tears
and the bruises
The cussing
The fussing
The overall day was bad I guess
No, no your right
I did have a good night's sleep.
I have a roof over my head
Carpet beneath my feet
And a warm place to stay
But in the place that I stay
I have to deal with abuse
Denial
I just feel off
No I don't
I feel great.
I want to get away
but getting g away could lead to uncertainty
And you don't like uncertainty
I don't
I hate these conversations
*with myself
If you took the time
to become who I want you to be
...
*You'd be dead
This girl that I am seeing.
This perfect woman.
Makes me feel so alive.
The rush of every encounter
makes me so starstruck.
It's a wonder
how she loves
a person like me.
She holds me like my mother never did.
She kisses me like
I imagine the angels would.
Her love
always has  me begging for more.
And the goodness of her heart
compares her to a goddess.
Valentines day is tomorrow.
She is obviously the one
I really care about her.
Oh please tell me, can't you tell?
The things I could say,
the way I could tell her.
The many ways I want to tell her.
The things I can't tell her.
She is everything.
When I feel like nothing.
She proves that I am something.
Because with every emotion
I feel like I am flying.
She knows me for me.
Loves me for me.
She could choose anyone
but yet she holds my hand.
What did I do
to have her by my side.
Luck, no.
Just love, pure love.
The oceans
reflect in her eyes.
And when she cries,
the ocean rushes out.
Her skin
beautiful and clean.
Her lips hold the keys tho the unknown.
She blushes a lot.
But it's  perfect to me.
She's so insecure,
just why?
She is everything.
I would give my life for her.
Cut open my wrist and give her every last drop.
She is so perfect,
yet she is criticized so often.
She is called fat
she is called ugly
annoying
but I have never seen any of that.
To me,
she is her
and that is so much to say.
I love her.
Sometimes,
the only thing to say
Thank you
for loving
*me
I am single, just the things I wish I could say to someone.
Babe,
I love you.
I know that things seem perfect
But im not.
I never was.
See,
I wished upon a life
That could not be achieved
I love you.
Your face
Eyes
Everything
I know ive said it a million times but
Im curious to know
have you accepted it yet?
Because no matter how many times
I say it
You just kind of roll your eyes
Give a slight smile
And kiss me ever so gently.
Babe,
You wanted a poem
And i didnt want to write it just yet
Because i was waiting for the right words.
These words,
Though never enough to describe you
Finally sailed to me.
Babe,
You make me a poet
You are my inspiration for all happy words
You are happy.
So **** cute
And even a bit sassy too.
I cant tell you
How glad i am to have met you
Beauty surrounds you.
Ita so strange that you are with a skrub like me...
But life doesnt always come out with a direct explenation, does it ***?
Babe,
So sweet and kind.
A man like me should not have a girl like you.
But when i roll over in bed,
There you are.
You hold me so tight.
I lose my sight
But dont mind.
You are all i need to see.
All i want
All i need
Babe,
This is for you.
I love you
Too bad im single XD
He's awake again.
Caught up in the dreams, in the memories,
haunted by that last kiss still lingering on his lips.
Still craving her touch, he's awake.
He's starving for that love,
He was sure he was careful.
In fact, sometimes it was if he was tiptoeing around broken glass in the dark
He looked up for one second to see where he was going and
ouch
He's awake again.
Countless nights of counting sheep,
by now he could describe every detail of the herd.
And by now he could describe how the heart splinters before it's about to snap.
And by now he could describe in perfect detail how poison spreads through the body, through the veins, and into the mouth that he used to be able to use so well,
yes by now
He's awake again.
Awake in a bed meant, built for two,
He spreads across the sheets,
but would much rather a crowded bed with a woman that he loves
than a full bed with no one to hold
These times are hard.
The walls feel cold.
The room feels so small without her.
The world feels small without her
Like water, I flow.
I flow in the universe,
looking for a place to fit in.
Yes, like water, I flow.
I flow between sorrows and joy,
disrupting the space-time continuum.
Like water, I flow between every emotion,
wrapping myself among the most cherished of memories.
I thrive among the tears of joy.
I love becoming everything happienes is.
As water moves, I shall move.
As water, I shall become.
I wish I could become water,
always flowing free
I wish I could become water.
If you think you can love me,
I'll give you a good chance.
But i must say
im really quite stubborn
I will insist that i am ugly
Which in fact i am
I will cry,
though im a guy.
I will fight for you,
Despite my own fright.
If you think you can love me,
I welcome you to try.
The question is
*do you accept this challenge, ***?
I hear  your  words,  dear friend.
I hear your  pain
Frustration
The  need for imancipaton.
I know that you are tired
im sorry
I wish  i could be there  to help you.
I wish i could be right by your side
Being the shoulder  you need to lean on.
I wish i could be whatever you need me to be
So i will be.
In any and every way i can

You are worth it to me
You are so much to me that i genuinely worry about you.
Im tired too.
Im tired of being forgotten.
Im tired of my thoughts being forbidden.
Believe  me,
i know
But trust me, I'm  here with you
for when you need me
And when you dont

I will stand with you because you would for me.
Please remember i am with  you.
This poem is for you.
Dont forget im here.
I always will be.
Hold on.
We're  in this together.
Though different situations,
Enough  is the same
For me to
advocate
**for you
I've reached
the point
of breaking
I'm sorry.
My love
was just too much
See
I need this
feeling
I
am sorry.
I could not be
Everything you wanted.
This is just the point
that tips me.
To the end
I wish I could see
everything that I'm not.
Because obviously
I am not anything.
At. All
thank you,
for showing me this.
Well,
anyways
I guess I know,
what not to do next time
Because you made me realize
I have failed
I can drink away the pain
or smoke away this anguish
but that cannot take
your loss away
You
were my drug
my hope
my dreams
You made me believe.
But after all
*all things end
to the girl...
All these mixed emotions cascading down my face.
Her fears turned into my tears.
Like a rose bud, bitter and sweet,
And such a painful thing to meet.
She was my drug, but I eventually overdosed.
Though I never gave her the thought of a proposal.
She used to stand to me to tall.
But she led me to a painful, long fall.
She was my power
But as all things do, it got too sour.
She was waiting for something to devour us.
There was a fault in our stars.
She made me feel like I was isolated, living on mars.
This wedding band meant nothing.
When it was supposed to mean something.
I’m surrounded in the thoughts of what we used to be.
You meant everything to me.
my work of yesterday
Im sorry.
I couldnt do it.
See the thing is
Pressure builds up.
Fear takes hold
And i am left a victim.
I wish i didnt have to change for you.
When you told me you loved me
Was it true
or was it because you felt you had to say it.
I love you.
But i cant change me
Not even for you
Because i would never ask you
To change
Love me
Just the way i am
Or leave me
my birthday is in 7 days
*woo-hoo
My birthday is in 6 days.
***** 'em
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