Why does he..?
Why?
Why does he sit at books and read them.
They should sanction him,
Let's go and play football.

Why has he..?
Why?
Why has he not come to the pub?
We're waiting to get drunk.
Let's go get drunk.

Why is he..?
Why?
Why is he the boss?
Did you not hear that he didn't have fun?
Didn't he?

This one knows
Sadness is short,
But so is happiness.
Don't flood your brain with chemicals, he said,
Satisfaction is my drug.

And then they saw him,
Wise to all who were,
Pale skin,
Scarred skin,
Satisfied.

I’m ready to make a change
Turn my life upside down
Make a complete turnaround

I don’t care what people think anymore
I’m no angel, I’m no *****
I just want so much more

I continue to wake up each day to this
Wondering what fun stuff I’ll miss

Go to work just to pay the bills
To get through the day, take a handful of pills

There is more to life than existing to breathe
It all starts with me, so it’s now time to leave

sow the seeds

How I hate this stupid holiday
Who came up with it anyway?
Flowers and candy, cards and jewelry
Shouldn’t it be this way every day?

Hearts and cupids
They make me sick
All those couples
Will they actually stick?

Or are they together for this one special day
Praying for a relationship, hoping the other one stays

So for all of us singles
I only have one thing to say
Have a happy February 14th
***** Valentines Day!

Have you ever felt
Like crawling out of your skin
Like you’ll just never win

Have you ever felt
Like the walls are closing in around you
And you have no place to run to

Have you ever felt
Like life has already passed you by
You have no tears left to cry

Have you ever felt
What is the point of going on
Every reason to wake up is totally gone

Have you ever felt*
The way I feel
If you do, I hope you will heal

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        is    ­            Go-                   rea-
          wro-          od,                 lly
               ng.      Okay            late.
           I had a snack before I came.
             The.                              I'm
       make.               I'm                Just
up.                          Not         ­         Tired.
Makes.                  Broken                      I    
      ­ Me                                           Don't
           Look.                                 Feel
                   pale.                Well.
                   Yesterday was great
              I just.          I'm            I just
          Had.                Ha-            Like
      A bad.                ppy.               The
Sleep.                                               Style.

These are the threads
Of my web of lies
That I build above your heads
Strenghth ending everyday

My common day lies
Spun like spiders silk
Drifting unbroken in the skies
So plain it stands hidden

Entwined strings of excuses
To form a mask from the world
With a million uses
To fake that I am whole

Because I am the spider
Creeping through the day
Dangling off silk as my web grows wider
Trapping all the flies

In the cop's car
By the last light
It gives the worst sight

Pull the plug
Would you like to name your faults?
When holding on
You just keep falling down

Because the ghost of you
And all the scars that
Will never
Ever
Ever

Well, just of that luck
Or unreal fate
Under our lives
Never, ever, but
Done

Moreover to true tales
Even when lies have never spoken

Sometimes I wonder why I keep writing poems? I was reading through some that I have pre-written but not released yet, and I realized something. They were all similar, talking about pain and what not. I'm trying to change my subject of writing so it doesn't feel repeated, but I don't know.  I feel like I'm best at writing about despair.
Any thoughts?