Isn't it scary
how powerful you are?
Your ability to
smile with
a broken heart,
scarred past,
and a shredded soul.

Yet, you have
the audacity to
look down
and say
you're not
strong enough.

Do you miss me,
like I miss you?
Will you find someone else
to love?
Or will you look back
and smile,
say it was true?

Do you love me,
like I love you?
The way I'd give up
the world
in return of our
memories,
that were so blue.

Do you want me,
like I want you?
The way I smile
at the thought
of us,
being alone,
lying under the moon.

Do you remember me,
like I remember you?
The way I wake up
everyday with surprise
and tears of joy thinking
you'd be here, stupid me,
shedding worthless tears.

Do you hate this distance.
like I do?
The way I cry
day and night,
grasping onto my
last inch of hope before
I lose sanity,
and become cruel.

Do you think about us,
like I do?
The way I look at
other boys and
wish
they were you..

Call it grief,
call it anguish,
call it misery,
call it torment.
But tell me what it is,
at least.

What is it called?
What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like your existence doesn't,
matter to anyone,
anymore?

What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like striving for that one person,
will lead you to nothing,
but heartbreak?

What do you call that feeling when,
you feel so fragile that,
it seems like everyone you get,
attached to,
will shatter you,
after all..?

What do you call that feeling when,
you feel like you're losing,
the light of hope,
and every breath you take,
is worthless and plagued with misery?

What do you call that feeling,
that you get when you,
are smiling with joy,
but crying from withing?

The truth is that the Cupid's arrow,
only struck Adam & Eve.
That's how love,
became a deadly disease.

The truth is that compassion doesn't exist.
We've always been deceived.
Tears, lies, betrayal, and blood curling screams.

The truth  is that after death,
life will become a tear-soaked cloth of regrets.
The things you could've done,
and the things you decided to neglect.

The truth is that we're in a competition.
The competition of who's good,
who's bad,
and who's not even worth this emulation.

The truth is that the world,
has run out of enlightenment.
The river of simplicity has run dry,
and the world just wishes for refinement.

The truth is that we're all alone,
at the end of the day.
Filled with grief,
we're standing by the never-ending bay.

Messy hair,
Baggy clothes.
My appearance may be bizarre,
But my thinking glows.

Smudged mascara,
Faded lipstick.
Trying to keep up my tiara,
But I’m a little pessimistic.

Five-inch heels,
Bright red dress.
My attitude is my appeal,
My knowledge is what’ll get you possessed.

Not saying that I’m perfect,
Not saying that I’m the best.
But just be careful,
My success has gotten you oppressed.

Life,
is a traitor overtime.
Life,
is a sweet beautiful lie.
Life,
will chew you up and spit you out.
Life,
will ***** you up and let you down.
Life,
will make you laugh and make you cry.
Life,
will leave you there and let you die.

Tomorrow will be better,
someone will care.
A beautiful future,
so **** enchanting.
Filled with love,
filled with smiles.
Someone will hold you,
and walk with you for miles.
The laughter within your talks,
the happiness within you voice.
After so much, here you are.
You've finally rejoiced.

"This happiness we share,
will last forever,"
you swear.
And you say,
"Through these smiles and cries,
I'll be here,
'cause darling I care."

I'm not living,
I am surviving.

Every time I die,
I keep reviving.

The less expected, the better it is.
He left but he forgot something that was his.
A mystery it was, what he forgot,
A dark stormy heart; with grief it was distraught.

She loved him a lot, but couldn't show him that.
She had scars on her wrists, but couldn't show him that.
She hated seeing him with someone else, but couldn't tell him that.
She wanted to be his one & only, but couldn't tell him that.
She slowly died more & more, day by day,
While he laughed & smiled, he walked away....