She looked at how
Everyone was so sad,
So in need of help,
And thought,
"Maybe I could do something
To help!"

And then she realised,
Laughing bitterly
That she couldn't even
Save herself.

She ****** you up.
He did the same to me.
Just promise we won't do it to each other.

I can't make you keep loving me.
I can't keep you from leaving.
I can't keep my heart from breaking,
Or convince you I'm worth keeping.

I'll probably always be this clingy.
I know you hate that I'm so needy.
But it doesn't matter anymore cuz you don't want me.

You can deny it if you wish.
But I knew something was amiss,
Since that first time you dodged my waiting lips.
I wish I could make it all better, that I wasn't like this.

Doesn't matter anymore.
I have no new places on my body for you to explore.
Take my heart with you as away you soar.
I'll be still here, always your girl.

I know you're right here in my arms-
Yet I feel you slipping away.
We fight again but this time
You don't try to make me stay.

You told me to leave,
Leave, leave you.
As if you thought I ever could.
You want me to go, go on without you,
Like you really thought I would.
And what hurts the most is that you didn't try to deny it when I said,
You'd let me go so easily?
Be gone and to you be dead.
And you didn't seem to care when I told you how badly, you'd hurt me.
And you didn't try to say sorry.
Guess you don't need me-
Won't stop me from leaving.
You seem to be done,
And to think, I love you like I've never loved anyone.

I know I'm needy,
But I just wanted you to need me.
I feel like we've fallen apart,
And I'm losing the other half of my heart.

.
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...

Today a friend asked how I was.
I said I don't know,
Because I don't.
When I can't take any more,
I shut it all down.
Emotions good or bad in me cannot be found.
When I can't take it anymore,
I don't.
So I don't know how I am.
I was probably bad if I chose to do this again.
Maybe things have been better recently,
I can't risk it though.

Today was my birthday.
So why am I not feeling okay?
I'm legally an adult today and that's exciting right?
I'll be able to tell once I stop crying.

Today celebrates me being alive, I shouldn't wish to be dead.
Maybe it's because it didn't feel special.
A few half-hearted "happy birthday"s and that's all.
Or maybe it's because I'm off my meds.