My Jealousy, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you reach, walk and shiver,
Invading my mind day and through the night.

Brittle, weak I don't want to be but its me
hurts emotionally. In my chest it aches and tears down my self
esteem.

I want to be someone else not me.
Oh my jealousy,It's degrading and hurtful.
It has an evil mind
And a sad smile, furthermore
It lingers, I feel frightened.

Put into categories like objects
without any intellect
Forced into character
like a play
that's hell to pay
locked behind bars
like a cell
till its over
like a hangover
was it worth it
I dont know

Every person sees from a different angle
Every event leading up to how they perceive how they think and there endless thoughts
What they love and what they do not how they see themselves or just all the flaws
who they are is deeper than a
conversation or what you see,  
They're so aware of something that's not there
So their cuts never close they always bleed
And who they are comes to surface someone they never thought they would be
It's funny, right when you let go
The more you want to breathe
So misunderstood an addiction to acceptance can never be relieved
No one understands anyone
It's just how it is
And how it will forever be

Why fear something so close so near
something inevitable
Is it where we'll go that scares you?
Is it how you'll leave?

What irony that we fear eternal darkness and sleep
but we seemed so deprived of these things
A wilting rose rested at your tomb,
A soft melody drifts in the wind

As you lay dreadfully wasting
away
people remember the words they say
Rest in peace
how could we not?
Were forever stuck on the train of
thought.

A generation mistook as ignorant
but withholds great knowledge  
as they grew up on the streets
they learned that life is easier took
than given.

Gunshots are the only symphony they hear
they stray away from the compelling noise
wishing they could disappear.

Choking on the lethal gas that fills the atmosphere
sheltering under a bridge, for no one truly cares
be stealthy be smart,
on the streets, you never know
whats lurking in the dark.

I sat under the wispy willow tree, his head lying on my knees, I'm heartbroken in fear he will leave, walk down that dark path with no look back, for now, he is mine to tears no crying, in spite, and ignorance of the belief he is not lying, he is, and his soul is slowly dying for he knows the pain he puts me through, it hurts when the girl he loves is not you.