Is having self-pity
So much different than lying?

Yeet

A poem always reminds you of something,
Doesn't matter what it is.
But when I show you my writings,
Give me your opinion,
Instead of telling me whatever it reminds you of.
The poems I write,
In your eyes are something I could truly never be.
But if I show you something,
The way how I feel,
Why can it never be really me?

And I'm here again,
Standing alone in the hallway.
Is my company not enough for you?
Are my laughs not pure enough for you?
Am I worthless to you when I'm alone?
Do I not fulfill your expectations?
Can you please tell me what's going on?
I'll feel alone with a reason.

Please don't spoil endgame...

I thought I was clean,
After 5 months no drugs and alcohol.
I thought I was safe,
After six months of not hurting myself.
Guess I was wrong.
Whatever.

To be the one to speak her name as mine.
The ghost of her past.
Glistering water.
Ocean eyes.
Soft satin lips.
Dead roses.
Crumbled in the dust.
My blood on the purple flowers.
Blossom flowers.
Trees in morning dew.
The sound of pen on paper.
Diamond rain drops.
Tears rolling siltently down her face.
Scars on my skin.
Knife covering my wrists.
The end of the world.
The blood swirling in my veins, soon to be poured out.

I have a thing with the colour purple,
It always has something to do with the bad things in my life.
The person with the profile picture,
The purple LGBTQ+ flag.
The purple walls of your room,
The purple flowers with my blood on them.
Not like anyone notices,
It's probably just my imagination.
I 'aint ever going back to that dark place tho.

I don't have a choice anyways.

I really am
No good for you.
Want to stop you leaving
When I push you away.
But nothing is better sometimes
I'm used to losing you
I'll only hurt you
When you finally let me
I am no good in general
Been telling you all along
And now I like it like that
When you realise I'm the bad guy

I did it again...

Not so sorry

No

What I think and feel in my head is very clear.
It's the truth.
But when I say it, it always comes twisted out of my mouth.
It always comes out als lies.

You left fingerprints
In my heart.

That's the good thing.

But I can't figure out what it is.

I'm not scared of death,
I'm afraid of what happens after.

Why do we always run away from love,
And then wonder why we're so dark inside?

When I die,
Will you go to hell with me,
Or will you wait paitiently for Heaven?

Your laugh is one of the prettiest sounds I ever heard

I realize how fruitless any words of mine, a stranger on the internet, must be to you. though I am not able to say that I know what you're going through, I am able to say that I understand, and that, maybe, one day, in the forseeable future, you're gonna look back at all of your poems and smile a smile of relief and joy.

"I'm a poet, and you'll be my muse." He said.
"Only if I can spend an eternity with you." She said.
But she didn't know the blossom flowers could die

"But you need a prescription to get Xanax."
The internet told me
Maybe ibuprofen,
Lying in the cabinets?
I don't need more drugs to get me high
Medicines are legal, right?
So I'm sitting here again
Looking for Legal drugs
Teens get high on
Because I regret
Throwing my drugs away

I could sit there forever, Only us two.
Just listening to you playing Bohemian Rhapsody on the piano and you shouting '****!' when you hit the wrong note.

The most important rule is
Don't ever cry, no matter what.
You're vunerable.
And you can't be vunerable in front of someone,
Not even yourself
You'll lose yourself.
Because as soon they see that they can break you
It'll drag you down so far you'll never get up
And if you don't show
You're balancing on the edge of the well
And the people who ask why you always look so sad
Are the ones that push you.

I find comfort in my poems
Always carrying them around
I find shelter in your smile
The rest of the day untouchable
I find love in these words
Even the ones you tell me everyday
I find sadness in your eyes
Hidden by beautiful laughter,
So vunerable and pretty
But why don't you tell me
What is going on behind it
Because we never tell anyone
Simple as that

And here we are again
You're the one that I want
But stil you can't
We can't
I hate you
I love you
I disgust you
And I want you
People say
It's called love
I doubt it

Thinking about you
OwO

As I lie down
On the bed of grass
The flowers around me
Turned red from the swirling blood
Inside my veins that finally poured out
The pain is gone
It doesn't hurt
It's even worse
And I love it
I stare at the tree branches
Wondering what I could have been
And as I swallow my last bit of air
The blood pouring out
I'm thinking what Hell will be like
Breathe my last breath
Now it's dark
So I'll never open my eyes again

I heard you laugh
And I wish I was a part of it

Did you ever felt like jumping off a cliff,
Not because you wanted to die,
But because you can?
Because no one is going to stop you?
Because you want to see the aftermath?
Did you?

For the past eternity
My mind exists out of two things
I disgust you
And I want you really bad
Maybe it's the difference between
Mental and Physical
I hate your personality
I want your body
Sounds logical
But for the past eternity
I'm craving both

But I meant no