I knew you didn’t really love me
Because you hadn’t seen me yet
At 3am
Sobbing uncontrollably
With bleeding wrist
And a bottle of Jack half empty

I hadn’t told you
About the voices in my head
And how they taunted me
To the brink of suicide

You never saw
Just how much I hated
Every single part of me
To the point of wanting to wash my skin away
Like blood from the sink

When you finally saw
All of me
The good, the bad
And the downright hideous
You simply walked away
And never looked back

Now, I have walls
Set up all around me
Because I was broken once
And it won’t happen again

I never knew
How alike
Two different things can be
Until I felt
My ragged breath
While looking down
The cliff’s ragged edge

My head is a prison
And I’m here for life
I can never get out
No matter how hard I try

Thoughts haunt me
Taunt me and laugh
Memories hurt me
And sneer with wrath

The voices, I think
They are the worst
I’m not quite sure
Why I’m the one that’s so cursed

Oh, how I try
To escape this hell
I try to fight back
It won’t work, you can tell

I bang my head against the wall
And slash my wrist until red falls
Hoping, praying this will keep them away
But nothing seems to keep them at bay

So here I stay a ****** up freak
With my head in my hands
And my hands on my knees
I let these terrible things consume me

My friends make fun of me
Because you’re the only one who makes my face turn red
Well, you and the sun
They called you my sun
That made me turn even redder
Because while they’re over exaggerating
Well, it’s pretty obvious
I really like you
I bet you know that, too
My constant stuttering
And red face
And odd blubbering
Surely gave me away
That, and the fact that I asked you to the dance
God, that was awkward
That was probably one of the worst nights of my life
No, you weren’t a ****
We just didn’t
You know
Talk
It really ******
Because I wanted to talk to you
And get to know you
And maybe show you
I’m worth the time
But you talked to your friends
And I talked to mine
And I was too scared that I would be a bother
To go to talk to you
So we danced awkwardly a few songs
And then my brother picked me up
And I went home
And wallowed in the overdramatic misery
I caused myself
By not growing the lady ***** to talk to you
Now, we share the occasional smile
While crossing paths in the hallway
That’s about it
And I wish it was more
Because I don’t remember the last time someone made me feel like this
Well, I do
That turned out ******
And I didn’t like him
As much as I like you
I’m just sad, is all
Because I brought this on myself
Because I caught feelings for someone
Who I knew from the start
Was out of my league
And could never like me back
I guess it was my bad
Oops

I may not look like much
But I swear to you
One day
I’ll take on the world
All by myself
It’s not like I’m not
Already used to being alone
But one day
I won’t be the one
You push and kick and shove around
I’ll stand up
And push back
I’ll show you
I’m stronger than you’ll ever be

And you’ll see
I’m the force to be reckoned with
I’m the fire you could not put out
I’m the one you counted out too early
And you’ll see
I’m the spirit of the broken
Finally ready to fight back

I live in a small town
In the middle of nowhere
Where nothing happens
Nothing bad
Yet nothing good
Leaving me deathly numb
I want so badly
For something to happen
But in this desolate life
Has left me feeling nothing
So nothing is what I am

No one falls for the poets
We are a bunch of lonely souls
No matter how sweet the words
They all seem oversold

See poets, we all know
The agony life will bring
This affects the way we think
As we live with the constant sting

It’s hard to knock down all our walls
It’s hard for us to let you in
You’ll start thinking we’re not worth the time
And end up leaving in the end

I guess that’s why our poems
Have such profound emotion
We have no one else to vent to
These feelings deep as an ocean

Maybe it’s for the best
That no one falls for poets
It’s the hardships we face in life
That make our words like bullets

Hopefully one day
Someone will fall for me
I doubt it would ever happen
But hey, poets do dream