I look out the window,
And hope to see a remnant of you,
But the only thing there are the rain drops,
Oh oh so alone What to do?
Is my heart even beating anymore?
Tangled in the grey area between right and wrong,
Nothing left to my core,
The rain and wind are my only companions tonight,
Falling falling,
Are they even mine?
I think im dead,
The sun never will shine,
No emotion to the action anymore,
In and out of realities zone,
Maybe i should simply close the door,
The rain and wind are my only companions tonight,
Falling falling,
Just pretending im alright,
Just falling falling,
Alone except inside my head,
Just falling falling,
Im dead.

I have been falling for so long,
Falling falling,
"I'm okay" the words echo in my head,
Smiling automatically in monotone,
Falling falling,

There is no denying it.
But she wasn't that kind of beautiful
that made everyone turn,
Or took everyone's breath away when
she entered the room.
Her beauty was hidden,
But once you see it, she becomes
nothing but beautiful.
She was the kind of beautiful that
keeps you up at night,
The kind that makes us love every
part of her.
Some people may not see it,
And you know they can't,

But she was beautiful.

poems
aren't
a
big
deal
until
you
realize
that
it
is
written
for
you
and
meant
for
you

I used to yell
And fight back.
Until I realized
That you hate it much more
When I remain silent
And perfectly still.

Like a statue.

If I drink enough
Maybe I'll find you
At the bottom of this ******* bottle

He touched the hole in my chest
Without hesitation he dove into his own
Holding out the beating ***** to me
Leaving himself empty
To make me whole

I write what I see,
Because I am blind.
I write what I hear,
But I am deaf.
I write what I feel,
But paralyzed.
I write what I smell,
In my burnt nose.
I write what I taste,
The only sense left,
And thank the day,
Because it can be worse.