Are you afraid to be alone? I say this with conviction, i'm sure you're afraid to atone. Stay with your "friends" that adore you But not the real you The shallow ***** The ones who see themselves so deluxe Stay surrounded so you're not lonely Less the thoughts come in provoking you slowly .
I really do feel You look at me like i'm just another meal I want you to care I'm tired of cowering under your glare You make me want to cry With every single lie I want to be what you want but you're only playing with my heart strings, making them oh so taunt.
The brain is beautiful! They say. My mind is wasteful. A wasteland. Spiteful. And as it may... be... My brain isn't as beautiful as you make it seem. The seams are showing, Splitting. Making my main concern hitting. Hitting anyone but you in a daze of discomfiting rage.
I thought you were my friend for a time, But you are no friend of mine. Friends don't lie, Friends are there for the other while they cry. I don't want a mentally deficient friend, Nor do I want this to be the end.
I want to write a poem. But that's not how it works. I want to show em. But I cant defeat the oh so worthy smirks. I want to win. But I can't even decide if I want to go in. My thoughts are in jumbles, my stomach rumbles, my heart aches my body quakes.