I want to speak in poetry
about how when people say
they'll be here for you,
they usually lie.

So much has been lost to
a cold war of passive aggression,
passions in long succession,
maybe spite.

Stings like alcohol on a fresh wound.

We all get here eventually, maybe,
I'd throw us all away to just be
the last one laughing.
The last one on top of this pile of demons
with a massive crown of scabs
fit for some king monster
&
large beating disgusting
wings.

This empire needs no throne.

7 or because of these surpassingly great revelations. Therefore, in order to keep me from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. 8 Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. 9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 10 **That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

You Will Never Know
How Much I Loved You
How Much I Cared...

You Will Never Know
About My Pain
About My Broken Heart...

How Much I Cried
Just Lying On My Bed
And Thinking Of You...

You Will Never Ever Know...

I hate you
I hate how i want to chase you
I hate how you don't say thank you
you're a taker
I'm a giver
and forgiver
so you take
and you take
because I give and I give
and I wonder why I live
like this
considering you
when you always miss
what I do
or just see through
I need to get a clue
and see that it isn't new
your lack of gratitude
continue with your self-improvement
try some healthy attitudes
while you stomp on the only people
who care
I won't be here next time
when you need to share
your thoughts or feelings
I'll nod politely and listen here and there
but next time you need
to feed
your wants
YOUR desires
by something I have
I'll do as you do
and take
and say get a clue
while silently thinking *******