Long ago,
There was a boy,
He felt alone,
Without a joy,

All that he had,
All that he’d done,
He deserved so much less,
Than what he had won,

This boy was broken,
Shattered like glass,
He thought himself stupid,
A pain in the ***,

But then he met her,
On a cool autumn’s day,
She lit up his world,
She showed him the way,

She picked up the pieces,
No matter the cost,
And put him together,
Not a single piece lost,

She gave him her all,
And he gave her his,
And they both discovered,
What true love really is.

music has a way*
of simply releasing
all the pain
washing away
the bitterness and decay
no wonder we walk all day
with earbuds in our
*heads

YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL

YOU ARE SELFISH AND
AND

AND YOU'RE STUPID

AND YOU'RE AN INGRATE

AND YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE POETRY

AND YOUR FEELINGS ARE NOT AS PROFOUND AS YOU WOULD LIKE TO THINK

AND
AND
AND

YOU DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE THIS WAY

YOU'RE WEAK

JUST

*******

DIE ALREADY

YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING AT ALL*

--

he breaks down to his knees,

he thinks he should be crying but the tears will not come

he sits for a while, empty and trying to quiet down his mind

he lies down,

one phrase in his head a little louder then the rest of all the noises in the world

*"you
are
not
special"

Here                      
Here you go
                   Have some feelings
                  Yep a big ******* helping
There!                    
Right there                  
All of them just for you
the whole mess of it, yours!
       Oh but don't show them!
         Not to anybody
Not for any reason
            Or else they will shame you
Because your feelings
They are disgusting
No one cares what feelings you have
Which ones were dumped on your tray
Thats your mess
               for you to deal with
S I L E N T L Y      
  and ALONE
          You don't want everyone
to hate you
Do you?
Because they will if you can't
        keep those feelings to yourself!
               Every thought you have
is always wrong
don't speak of them
And if feelings aren't allowed
don't get started even having
an opinion
Heavens no!
             What an awful thing to have!
          How revolting!
No no!
Keep all those thoughts
those icky little feelings
           and your stupid opinions
locked away deep          
                            deep
                               ­               deep
                                             ­                               deep
                         ­                                  down
                                      inside
Of your miserable little soul
               where there is no light
No warmth
                nothing to tempt them to live
because you don't need to be alive
not inside        
Don't you see?
Nobody wants that for you
      and you always, always
must do, must be      
                     what everyone else wants.
Those are just The Rules.