I wanna leave die with a sword going through my neck
There is nothing more painful that living this life filled with daemons
No worth for kind hearted souls
Great souls never live they suffer til there is no more
You do everything you can to help and love but all you get is pain and misery.
My heart beats no more and painted in black full with hate.
Emotions no more flows as the source became stone.
Just rip my heart out and make me bleed.
All thats left is to think of the time of my own dimies.
Nothing matters to me anymore and being bad is no more an option it's a choice that has to be taken.
cold blood gets you through the pain and fills the hole that people through at you with their evil and hate.

They told me love was easy

But you don't understand is my soul was ripped out of my body

Is this humane to let a man soul and throw his remains

You may think that this is the way I wanted our love to end

My heart got shattered and my wounds bleed a river that your words will never stop

Love is not the way you thought it would be

I put my heart out and all I got was suffering and pain

You say that I hurt you although I always cut my tongue if I ever tried to hurt your soul.

You swung your sword and went through me and made me a man with no feelings or soul.

You tell me I love you. 

Do you think that I will ever think about you the same

I never asked from you anything and never wanted to change the person you are.

What did you do

You asked me to change how I look and how I dress just to please everything you want your dream man to be.

It wasn't ******* you as much as it was harder on me to set you free.

You got all my love and emotions drained.

All I hope from this is to tell you good luck and all that remains remains

I wish for you a happy life and a happy husband that you deserve.

Your flushed down the drain
Your heart is in pain
Is it right to end it
Can I live with hurting the one I always thought she was mine
Losing my mind and becoming insane
Is this the way the go
The heart is wounded so deep that it can't be mended
Blood pooring from my veins and it's getting hard to breath
I am drowning in the deep sea and can't Seem to reach the surface.
Depression has taken over me and there is no fighting it now .

They keep staring like there's something on my face
Step away, no movies showing on display

I walk until i hit a wall and continue astray
Besides, i don't even see my own self sometimes

But i smile in case there's someone i endear
Keep my face hidden like a professional puppeteer

I'm lost in the middle of what you think and what i am
I'm beaten down for my astound sound

They're annoyed from what i say
But they'll  be even more furious if i said what i really thought, foul play

Now walk away..

I met a lot of folks which i never cared to get their name
Better for them to erase me from their memory
I'll stay in this penitentiary, let it be the death of me

'Cause i'll never miss them they're nothing but a stain buried in the dungeon of my brain

I'll never fit in..
My life's like a novel of science fiction..

You told me we were a movie,
But we were more than a 2 hour scripted piece of art.
I remember the willow trees and how they'd weep over us when we felt like weeping, too.
I remember the sunsets and how they came around 7:30 pm,
Now the fickle sun sets at 4 pm.
I remember the girl who told us we were beautiful,
In her own way
she was a sign of the great perhaps before us.
I remember desperately wanting to kiss you,
Even though I reserved those moments for the late nights we were intoxicated
when you somehow made your way into my arms every time
And how our lips would accidentally brush against each other,
softly,
And innocently.
I can't help but realize that you must have known how I felt
And how much I wanted to hold you.
Or how when you rested your head on my shoulder that one morning,
You definitely could hear my heart skip a beat.
So maybe if you're right, and if this is a movie,
You've chosen to end it.
Or maybe you've decided your character has moved on,
Leaving me alone under the shade of the willow trees
With my cigarettes and 4 pm sunsets.

The end

"Dear God,
I want to be a poet."

I want to speak in silver metaphors that slither into ear canals and seep into cortexes.
Words that turn eyes to a new perspective,
that crack your skull wide open with honest art.
Reality and creativity,
Taped together and painted over in the truest colours of life.

I want to speak in that powerful, yet still human, voice.
To quake the ground beneath you until you are shaken up
and you shed that exoskeleton of hurt,
or fear,
or doubt,
or ignorance.
I want all of that lifeless skin to loosen its grip around you,
and not bind you so tightly to complacency.

I want to establish communities of words,
that take you in as their own.
Delivered so rhythmically that your own pulse will begin to race inside of you,
parallel to the lines I've written.

I want to make you run with these words,
feel the winds against you,
push past the resistance and onto freedom,
as every weight lifts off of you.
So I can show you that your shoulders were not made to carry boulders,
your eyes were not meant for harsh tears,
and that everyone needs a break sometimes....

I want to be a poet because if I know the truth, I want to share it.
Wear proclamations on the palms of my hands,
hope radiating from my worn skin.

I want to write poems because I know that we're all human,
so why hide it?
Why hide our emotions when we can let them take flight?
If we've gotten through the tangled mess, why can't we reach back and help the next hero climb though?

I want to show love.
I want to understand,
I want to now who I am.

"Dear God,
Thank you for giving me a notebook as a best friend,
and giving me a copy of yours.
I know that no matter how far off I stray with my imagination,
I will always know what is truth."

I wanted to be a poet,
but now,

*I just want to be me