the people you love ****.
when you need them and they're not there.

the people you love ****.
cause you're bored and lonely but they don't seem to care.

the people you love ****.
because they didn't notice your sad and now you're writing this.

the people you love ****.
they think you're sad over nothing and will get over it.

the people you love ****.
they don't want to see the open wounds in your heart.

the people you love love you too
they don't even know who you are.

                                                                                        - g.w

It's a pitty how in a room full of people i still feel alone.
It's like my emptiness follows me, knaws at my soul,
I sit there in persuasion maybe it'll go away soon.
No matter what I do it comes back and feeds on my emotions,
I'm already an emotional wreck, here I am coping,
Contemplating is love my healing potion?
It always lead back to you or the past,
The monstors attack my mind putting me in a state where I'm consciously blind ,
And I contemplate how long will it last.
How long will I bury myself in pain and heartache, hiding behind a smile i know is fake?
How do i stop the tears from overflowing like niagara falls, running from the past sinking in a river full of emotions
Cast away from reality sitting numb thinking maybe God will rescue me.
Or am I to blame?
Looking at a reflection full of bad decisions and self pitty covered in beauty.
Screams echoing in my mind, a hand holding on for help to rescue what i perceive to be loneliness
Weaken to the thought of getting better floating in a puddle of melancholia.
Why do we sacrifice ourselves for the one we love?
The door to escape is in front of me but I'm too weak to cross that mile.
I want happiness yet I walk in an emotional ******* that has me chained to what ifs and why me?
My mind attacks my heart to let go perceiving me of what I should see.
Tired of running and falling over what could be. Here I am pleading for the key to let me be free.
Even a lit ****  cannot escape me from this emotional pit,  
This ******* that infuriates my mentality has me questioning my sanity that provokes me to profanity lying to myself blatantly.
Broken, bitterness, nostalgic.
Attached to the pain, the piece of me you took,
Attached to the past, the experiences that has me so shook.
The emptiness suffocates me as I wait for a better destiny.
I kneel on my knees and ask God to help me overcome this heartbreak that's severity.
I love you slipped from your mouth that chained me in your arms, that latched me to your feelings, that exerted me to stay,
If only I knew, i should've just walked away.




-dpk

Love, what a beautiful essence,
But now I'm anti-depressants
"Hey, are you okay?" they say.
They don't know what i have to go through every day.
Sometimes It's hard to stay, i want to fade away, run away, i feel like melting clay.
I wish there was a happy pill, to make all of your problems pour into a landfill, instead i have to take pills and get a daily fill. I'd ****, just to be happy, I always feel ******, my lungs just feel sappy, like they're gonna collapse. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, is this god's pay-back, watching him lay back while i get all this pain, My heart's in vain, all the colour's gone, im going insane, I stare at a window pane as i watch the rain, Life used to be sweet, like a candy-cane. But now I'm in the depressed lane, I'm mentally insane.

The pain passes from me to you
A loss is not just a loss
It is a decaying of the soul;
It is a hole that will never go away,
A fight that eats away at you.
I never wanted anyone else to feel it.

Physical pain doesn't compare
To the type of pain I am describing.
Blood pouring from a wound
Feels better than losing someone of the same blood;
We now share this pain.

Now, my friend,
Do not cry
Or do cry.
It is okay to mourn in your own right.
He is gone,
And it is okay to feel empty forever.

I understand.

As Halloween nears,
I think back to that Valentines Day
In February 2011,
My dad died.

As Halloween nears,
I think back to the pain I felt
Losing my father at such a young age,
My coach.

As Halloween nears,
I think back on my family
And how I had to be the strong one,
Still hurts

As Halloween nears,
I think about how much I hate death
How much I hate Valentines Day,
But I'm not alone.

Your father died today.
As Halloween nears for the years to come,
You will understand,
Why I hate Valentines Day so much.

I miss you in moments and movies and music that we once used to share
I miss you at events I'd have to beg to have you there
I miss the many magic moments that from life’s stress gave lenience
Even though now I see everything required your convenience

We’d introduced and then declared ourselves: serial monogamists
But after the breakup I saw this statement strangely ominous
This seeming dedication, to love, until the right was found
Would reveal itself as—for you—passion easily re-bound

It’s so rare to find a partner, your best friend, a man in one
No one else on earth with whom I’d ever hoped to have such fun
And you would write and say the things to me that made me melt
Only to realize sometime later they were things said--not felt

How ironic, silly, useless, and ungrateful of me, now
To scorn your absence when from tragedy it disavowed
I should be thanking you for cutting short the growing hurt
That surely I’d endure for years as your affection grew more curt

Thank you, I guess, for being self-servicing enough to leave me,
But for not being so much so to both in faith and life bereave me
For I did not lose you--the man I’ve loved and lost’s a ghost
A man you haven’t been long before departing from this coast

You can’t help someone through the hurt they don’t admit exists
You can’t help someone soothe a fight they claim you fought with fists
You can’t convince an independent that love takes work to flow
You can’t love someone out of habits they don’t think they must outgrow

*Every day I wake up feeling slightly less impacted by a truck.
I’m confident that one day I’ll find for whom my love is luck.