My body refuses to die
So many time I've tried
The blood just refused to run dry
I've decided I'm imortal
At least to myself

I refuse to take antidepressants
I refuse to be who I'm not
I'm not a happy person who wants nothing but joy
I am a person of selfhate
That's just me and I'm not going to be a fake

isn't it odd
how we can know
human nature
well enough
to write poems
that move others
to tears
yet must hear
the words of others
to cry
alone
.

Everybody don't love you
Majority don't even like you
So stop mistaking him ******* you
As a desire to wife you
He jokes about you
While you choke up on tears
He only wants you to choke on one thing
& it isn't the memories over these years
Let it go flower child..
You picked your petals long ago
The only thing left to be seen
Is do dying flowers regrow?

I would travel all night
Just to see your face