I forgot to tell you as we sat beside each other on the floor in front of a puzzle I knew was flawed That we’d never get to finish it because of the missing piece It was never going to be whole but it could be perfectly incomplete Because I forgot to tell you there was going to be a gap A great big hole inside the picture that would never be closed because the piece was lost and it was never coming back So I left something out when I asked you to sit down You thought you going to get a complete masterpiece instead you got an empty space and we both looked at it Me with a meloncholy smile You with a distant frown You tried to deny the hurt of the incomplete picture all I could do was whisper I know there is a missing piece but I’m hoping you know how to make it complete
The mind is such an empty place Where ten thousand people roam They sing softly in one voice chanting in the only voice we own
Silently we stare with our eyes closed whispering into the blackest night forgetting we were almost there telling ourselves it’s gonna be alright
Did we never care for ourselves? When did we stop trying to cry? While we sit in absolute silence our soul escapes from our eyes.
The path we took held our redemption Yet we trampled it beneath our pretension We pretended it was an easy road We followed where others showed It was okay to walk, if you didn’t talk If you only whispered with your mouth closed Don’t see, don’t hear, don’t ******* blink and no one will ever know
How hard it is to breathe underwater How hard it is to stay afloat How difficult it is to hold your head up high While every bone in your body is broke.
When we look into another night with blind eyes and kaleidoscope sight We see visions of no one there Where everyone gasps, but no one cares and we lay our head upon a pillow of glass and ask ourself if anyone lasts?
The cuts, they bleed, mixed with the icy river of tears They wend their way through grooves of time Carved by age and the incandescence of all our fears But where they rest, on the face of a mirror I can only claim them as mine
If only I had known, how the thorns would of grown. How did they wind around my heart to pierce my eyes? How did they survive? Without sunlight, to make me blind? How did the cancer grow? I guess I’ll never know.
All I wanted to do was post a poem, it took forever on my phone... Unfuck your **** HP!!!
Some days I am happy Some days I am sad Some days I just wish I never had the days I've had Some days I am crying Some days I am weak Some days I am yelling Some days I am meek Some days they are pleasant Some days are truly dark Some days come so easy Some days are really hard Some day I will get over it Some day I will move on Some day I will totally get it Some day I will be strong Some day it will be over Some day I will have regret Some day someone might love me? For me Some day *but not just yet
I'm thinking, this may be the last days, the very last moments of a once proud soul that's been eaten by the fires of ****... a nubby snack... How ******* hard is it to post a poem here... Some days it's like trying to put shoes on an angry toddler...