This website has led me to believe,
If a poem is too long it's not worth a read.
So i'll make this short and simple.**
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Tasks that are reason-less,
Words that are meaningless.
People who caress , but do not love.
People who love , but do not caress.

Cold, harsh words spoken to the person who merely said yes.
No kisses for the Mrs, No love for someone to digest.
Fickle fondness from the blunt,
and the word ****.

Long silent pauses, and a deafening alliance.
Awkward movements along with zero improvements.
Teenagers riddled with anxiety as well as sugarless quiet tea.

Poems that lack meaning and definition.
Why don't you show him a poorly guided nation?
Appearance with zero quality. The word lame.
one last thing, groups of people dressed the same.

I'm on the brink of extinction
every pound , penny and note
wasted on cigarettes.
this infatuation is killing me
you're all killing me.

Mum , the counsellor noted
that  I  took ten aspirins a week after he left me.
That's why my nose was bleeding
like a pure red rose in the morning.  

All that I ever wanted was someone to hold me
someone who'd always care , I guess i'm just awful
committing unlawful activities
at a short grimly modern age of fifteen.

Life is so short , I feel like I've lived it all already.
I "give out" too easy as I act cute
when i'm really just ******.
I never get what i want ,
and i make out it's every ones fault.

Meeting people who I hadn't known could be so mean,
it still leaves me in awe remembering we're only teens.
when i give it my best..you'll break me down and ask for less.

The last 4 months have been hell,
I keep backtracking , making sure what really made you yell.
Developing into my current state took a lot out of me.
I used to be so toxic free and happy.

As of now I'm on the brink of extinction.
drowning sorrows with drink,
embracing the intoxication.

I will shake and still whisper I love you
because without him up until now
i have felt nothing.

Please god, give me something.

Wondering back home on this lonely road
you're no where near , you're going far from here
i'll never see you again.
i'm trying to refrain from saying that
you're stuck in my brain.

i let you kiss my cheek before i left you
drown my teenage sadness
in sweet mountain dew
hearing typical advice  
"time will heal your broken wounds"
no one says how long it'll take though.

we all know you would've forgiven me
although i couldn't have forgiven you
i still wonder what made me mistrust you
but even today i still lust after you

i know why i left,
my mind was filled with sorrows
your words they seemed to borough
babe , you scared me and made me low
you were such a scarecrow.

today i weep, tomorrow i weep
*just please please please , stay happy and be sweet

Believe you're happy and doing fine,
Leave your house all the time.
Stay Occupied. Make Friends . Embrace their Smiles.

Whatever makes life worth living for a while .

I write poetry , not suicide notes.
As it seems every poem means suicide

Why am I lying ?
My words are undying . I write poetry to stop myself from that idea.
You had no idea.
People feel uncomfortable
when the topic of conversation is death.

Although I'd just like to save my breath,
from your experiences with me.
It'll all go south and sour words will spill from your mouth.
I'm sad and you'll be angry , you can't make me happy.

People get sick of me, they punch and kick with their vocabulary
"Go swallow pills again"
I know they don't mean it , I'd never fear it
The Idea of leaving.
The idea of leaving.