******* I am ****** up
I'm sick and I'm dying
I'm lost and I'm sighing
I wish I could start crying

Every word you say is true
no one knows me better then you
I wish we could start a new
and you didn't think I was ****** up too

How could you?
How could I know?
That you were lying
Did you not care how hard I was trying?

I warmed your head
I warmed you're bed
I mended your soul
How could I know?

I shouldn't have listened to your word
instead of your actions
Its so absurd
That I didn't see your different factions

How could I know?
How did you know?
That I was lying
Despite how hard I was trying

I played with your head
I ***** you're bed
I stole your soul
How did you let go?

I should have listened to your action
instead of your words
You warmed me with every reaction
how could I be so absurd?

Death I am you're son
Help me I can no longer run
my hearts become to heavy
I feel like I'm the only one

Farm my soul
Stop my weeping
give me peace
give me what I'm seeking

I feel you near
but I want you here
I want to feel the cold as I slip
and then your warm kiss on my lips

I write a poem
I put it away so no one can see
I write a little poem
to take away a piece of me

When life becomes too much
and it wont let me be
When I have no one as a crutch
I write a little poem to set me free

I open up my mind
I let the words flow
and soon I find
I have a place to go

When you're heart is heavy
when you're skin is thin
if you show some one your little poem
then you can let them in

What makes a good poem?
Is it that its long
Or short and sweet
If a few people like it, is that a good omen
Or should you be able to turn it into a song
Or should it be tidy and neat

Does it really matter
Does any one even care
If there is a good poem and no one is aware
Was it technically even there

I feel pretty empty
I feel pretty lost
I wonder if people feel the same
That they have to read these things so petty
At their could be idols cost
And is every one of us hacks to blame

Not really, it's a hypothetical shame