Pull my sleeve as I descend, to my cave my holy den.
Comfort me and make me see there's so much more that I can be. 
impetuous brain, inevitably insane.
When i die what will remain.
A hollow shell an empty name , A calling, unavailing to all days.
Take these bricks  tie them suit
The extra weight will help me lose

Watch as I'm pulled to my abyss
The hollow feel of deaths first kiss.
The final breath of life you'll live.
gone with a gasp it goes so quick.
It's over now... i really quit

Sometimes i wish i could forget you. but i know, that's not what i want. I think really deep down, i wish for bliss, i wish for ignorance. A child like mind, closed up and tied, containing only good thoughts of you. I wish to be blind to the world surrounding.

Time, is gone, it never comes back, flies right past and knocks you on your ***, as you recover it flies by again, a vicious cycle that never ends. Falling and falling until we are dead.

Spin on past, and knock me down. On the ground, is where ill bare my face. My true self without this mask.  Walking past dying trees, snow falling gently on my face. Look at me then, and you shall see, there is really nothing more to me. A hollow shell, numb from his past, an empty vessel, who will just pass.

Revisit the spots, the ones where we'd talk. Just you and me. Look over the hill, and see the city. Converse about our plans, and how'd they never change. As I sit here, I notice how they did. That optimism died in me, lived on in you. We drifted away, like past days, washed away. Really all I can say...
Is
I miss you dre.

His thoughts echoed in his mind, like screaming in a cave.

"I love you"

He looks at her with a gentle gaze, in hopes to ease her pain.

What she returned, was a hollow stare that showed how much she hurts.

Her poor plagued mind, she wears it like a curse.

Screaming and shouting but nothing comes out, for this poor boy, rarely opens his mouth.

But this young man would give his life to see her smile through,
this thick dark cloud that follows both, around her tiny room.

It amazes me your gentle hands could create such pain.
My heart of scars, shaped in your name.
A shallow act.
As low as dirt.
Has bent and twisted, had it's way. 
Changed me, made me stronger today. For a scar is not a mark, sported by the weak. But a guideline of who to be.

I would pretend not to care, because it kept you right here.
But now i know, that action is sad. Wearing a mask of ignorance, that blinds all i see. Deafen myself to the world around me. A shattered up heart, ripping apart, with every trail of light that passes the mark. Rip off the mask and now i can see, just how toxic the world, and you, are to me.

Under his bed collecting dust.
An old toy, no one to trust.
Take this chord, around my neck. Pray to God that they forget.
Start to slip, then feel a hand.
Pull me from this dusty den.  
Untie the rope and looks at me.
Runs away, what did he see?

I looked in the mirror, I was greeted with your face in place of mine.
Who have i become, accustomed to feel numb. For i am happy now, knowing your regrets. Do i find joy, in whats eating you alive?
That cant be, that is not me. Suffice to say, my knuckles are bloodied and the mirror is not intact.

If i were to hurt, someone so near and so dear, to my heart. I wouldn't know where to start. The shame i would carry would weigh on my brain, an imprint of you, creating deep pain. For one stupid act, so quick, just seconds. Could have killed us that night. But if i survived, when you were both gone, i could not go on. How could I?

I think it's time I up and leave. Packed my bags, collected pay. Time to push to a new day. A brand new place is all I seek. A different view is what I need. Find my self and start a new.

I'll sure miss you.

Nothing I answer, as she sighs and looks away, but if i were to say what is really on my mind, you probably would not see me again.

It all comes at once, it never stops, my mind is like the station, my feelings the trains.

                                               Rush hour is infinite

I find comfort in being sarcastic, for it tricks my brain, and my feelings towards you. Like a black tarp, sarcasm covers my heart, and lets nothing sting. But that is not true. For this tarp is torn, my heart is sore, and I cant lie, to feel less blue.

Screaming in the dark, you pause and await response.

This is what we have become.

These things I want to say, can't wait another day. But in my mind, I fear they'll stay. For I cannot risk, losing you today.

Your constant search, are you not tired? Can't we just try. These little whisps of optimism will sure be my death, these little whisps of optimism, always come to an end. A screeching halt, a sudden turn. To the dark and for the worst.

My poems are sad, yet they make me glad, they bring me joy. I mock you and your actions and it makes me content, with how you left. Broken down, in my weakest state you sent me the pictures, revealed your true face. Blame myself, but truly it's you, wish for the best for the pair of you.

Welcoming, and humbling, what do i see?

A lovely lady, who needs more than me.

Leave me in the morning, I'm all right, for I will be alone tonight.  

With my thoughts, in my room, used to think i needed you.

But was I right? time will reveal within it self.

A pain inside so deep, so trapped. A mine of hurt left intact. It can't be seen, nor be touched. Just know that it is there.

Fear runs rapid through my mind, wakes me up so late at night. Roll to my side and see your face, and just like that I'm back asleep.

She left me torn, and out to die. She left me cold with doubt inside. But now you are here, fill her place. I long for your loving embrace. Comfort me, I am so small. Show me love, or nothing at all.

My long time friend, he has returned, laying pain, upon my heart. And on my chest, my head, my mind. He is back, this time worse, no one's here. Wish I wasn't.

This is my curse.

Ignore this, for it is not a poem. Just something to ease my mind.

Why do I hurt so, why do I fear where you'll go.
I hope your true, for if your not I cannot bare the memories, stuck in my mind like a wood man's glue.
All I think about is you.
Talking on with no end, holding hands upon your bed.