I want death to reach out for me
in the most romantic way
but
take my soul after
making me suffer and beg for it.

You ask, why?

So that when I meet the Lord,
I can tell Him that
you weren't the one
who had hurt me the most.

and even though
it scares the **** out of me
but
I have to wake up
and face
my nightmares
every day
all day
all by myself.

Hello again.
It's been awhile.
The last time I saw you
Was back in high school.
How are you?
What are you up to?
Well I can honestly say
I don't miss you.
Sorry for the blunt honesty
But you kind of made my life a living hell
Crushing my dreams before I even knew what they were
Everyday you tore off another layer of skin
Everyday I came closer to bleeding
My emotions were your toy
And you played with me like a toddler
I never asked for you to tag along
And when I asked you to leave
You clung tighter
Your nails digging further into my shoulder
Causing permanent scars
No matter how many times I asked politely
No matter how many times I screamed in agony
You always followed
You consistently throw me under the bus
But I still find myself defending you
Defending you
That's all I've ever done
And now
I'm all alone
With no one to play with
No one to tag along with
No one to laugh with
No one to talk with
No one

all i ever wished
was to sleep peacefully one night
without the pills singing the lullaby.

"teach me how to love you and I'll be a patient learner."
he whispered helplessly as we stood under the streetlight
which was flickering just like his heartbeat.
i stared at the moon behind him
trying to tune out my thoughts and ignore
all his pleas.
like a magic crystal ball, the circle in the sky
showed me my future with him
in a blink of an eye.

and though right there, looking at him
i wanted to love him back more furiously
yet
i walked away without looking back
for the moon had showed me
the tragic end
before it could even begin.

misfit wanderers lost in their dreams
collecting broken pieces
gluing them with words.

masters in the art of being faceless
singing the songs
of the unheard.

silent souls affected in tragic ways
seeking a painful solace
drowning themselves in the flood.