He thought that I was blind to it all,
That I thought he could not fall.
He never thought to stop and think,
To see that I could make the link.
So he never thought i knew
That he had a mental blue,
But he denied it for so long,
I knew it all and he was wrong.
He hurt me in a life-long way,
A mental scar that will always stay.
Denied his strange mentality,
Which gave him his verbal brutality
If you read this, and you are he,
Then give me time to just be me,
And adjust to a stress-free life
Without your harm and without the strife.
You're always there, on my case,
If you weren't then seeing you I would embrace,
I'm still too angry, it's still fresh in my mind,
I can't yet leave the past behind.
He thought that I was blind to it all,
That I thought he could not fall.

Don't you get it
I'm never good enough
not anything
but I'm bad at many things
I feel like I have no home
there's no place for me
life's like a race I always lose
you couldn't understand the pain
you were never left alone in the rain
I'm so hurt inside
id rather not live this life.
i'm so tired
so tired of ife
so tired of wondering when the hurt will end
call me stubborn never willing to change
it's because i'm alone, that's what made me this way
you say you understand, that
you've felt this way before
but it wasn't the same for you
death wasn't knocking at your door
so once again I sit alone in this empty room
wondering why I live...what to do

This pain in my chest,
The feeling of disgust,
I have it all the time.
I cant sleep,
Paranoia the whole night,
I cant have friends,
Or a life.
Im too insane,
and too unworthy.
        j.b

explosions,
blood thrown on the walls,
rubble,
screams piercing the air,
terror,
bullets rip through life,
darkness,**
peaceful goneness,

An action. Never-ending.  
It's the way I love because I love the wrong way.
I lust for items, I lust for touch.
Most of all, I lust for us to be chest to chest.
With ragged breathing, sweaty palms.
Wet lips and all thought gone.
No gentle whispers.
No soft clutch.
To be held tight. To be kissed rough.
I do not lust for hand holding or that over used, three worded phrase.
The only three words I lust for are 'I want you'.
The only whisper be our skin brushing together.
Nails raking down your back.
A sigh of ecstasy at a long-awaited ******.
And when my body hungers for more,
Lust will call you back to my door.

I once knew a kid who tried to fly
He grew some wings and went to go try
I saw him take flight
which was quite the sight
splat! went the kid who wanted to fly