You know that voice inside your head,
That whispering ***** that wants you dead,
A hell grip tease, knows every fault,
That sly little snitch that you can’t halt.

A slick negotiate this voice of yours,
Knows the Band-Aid tricks that you adore,
Rough ***, play drugs, drink all day,
Says **** yourself, you’re a throw-a-way.

So listen crisp, you’ve got an outside chance,
****-can the guilt and the worry romance,  
Stoke this moment, jive the second you’re in,
Don’t end your life, let the ****** begin.

It’s a hollow *** world, we all wearing shells,
Hard knocks, beat downs, sad farewells,
So write your ****, make your memories scream,
Claim your poem, tip type the bad dreams.

We can’t make it easy but we can hear,
A community listens, maybe offer a tear,
It’s a bruise harsh life, so take this hand,
Black and white your ****, no reprimand.

I am the consumer of uncountable meals
my teeth slowly wearing down
down to ancestors left behind-
who could no longer chew on Mammoth meat
or keep up with the tribe.

I just nodded my head
Gave him the gracias he
Wanted, went off to bed
I felt dead
Unwanted.

To tell the truth
It should have been you
Who authored this sad poem

Instead of me
Who clearly didn't see
Your lies as they were told

The heart ache that I'm feeling
Goes beyond the measure of this man
The emptiness left inside my chest
Should be yours my dear instead

To tell the truth
It should be you
That's crying over me

Instead of the reverse
Held deep in this curse
Of what's hard to believe

If I had known
It would read out in poem
This pen you could have kept

As I guard my heart
Yes, even the aching part
With what little I have left

here
cloaked within the desolate,
merciless shadows of time
i cling to that which has held me
when the dark becomes darker
and the hours become longer
i clutch the only hope remotely viable
in this wretched isolation that follows me
not like a curse
but more a tortured friend
i dream in the pleasure of sleep
and scorn my first waking thought
encircle me now
your shade is my only salvation
here

This is supposed to be a poem,
Ill get round to it..