He has nothing except sadness he says its all mine
It's devastating madness that darkness binds
Life desolate nothing left
It seems there is no light he's never blessed
If you were an angel you have truly fallen
You hurt a guy so true now he's hurting
Knife to his head he has been thinking
Thoughts delusional he has been drinking
Tried to find a solution in an empty bottle
Desperate to feel something, puts the car in full throttle
Calls him self a coward because he can't slice
Hates himself but drops the knife
Fakes smiles to all his friends
He won't be smiling in the end
The fallen angel pretends he doesn't exist
But what she missed
Is the absolute desperation in his eyes
He goes home lays down and cries
What does he do no one knows
The bell rings and he's gone where does he go
Does he go through with his plan
Or does he unclench his hand
The only thing left to tell is time
Scared depressed alone and in darkness binds

The pain and lies is too much to bare
But he doesn't cry he just looks up and stares
He has no faith believes in no one
He is filled with hate he blocks out the sun
Darkness engulfs his surroundings
Beauty's a hoax not a real thing
He had her he was glad
Gone in a blur but he wasn't mad
It was worse he was disappointed
Happiness dispersed he forgot he was anointed
By god he was blessed
Left alone he was a mess
Darkness so dense he couldn't see
Thoughts so intense how could it be
He had so much so much to live for
He held a firm clutch to hells door
Chose not to knock chose to suffer
He needs no clock times just a buffer
In velvety fluid he found salvation
His life he would ruin with exacerbation
He has lost oneself and done what's forbidden
He cut himself and forever will keep it hidden
Until one day at last come judgement
He won't let himself pass calling it justice
Stuck forever in a nameless land
Still uses a knife like a lever and cuts his hand
His blood falls soon will be the end of his strife
He knows it all he caused the end of his life

February 14th is the day that a large portion of the world celebrates love
It's been over a month since I last felt your heartbeat, since I last saw your smile, and I wish I could say I'm forgetting what it sounded like, what it looked like... But I'm not
I'm terrified to think what if, because what if I wasn't supposed to lose you, because when I hold you, we are so high the stars aim to fall among us
we are astral, you coated my lips in stardust you celestial angel
I'm a coward, I am a Leo, but apparently I'm the cowardly lion with no Dorothy to help me, because what if I love you...
I don't wanna love you, we were a sandcastle, we spent some time to build this amazing thing but we didn't bothering building it out of something that lasts, I just wish we built it on the ocean instead of a sandbox that way the ocean, could wash it away until there was no sign of it at all
But your etched into my brain because when I think of you, and the problems your going through it kills me, I wish I could take you in my arms and have your tears fall on the paper of my skin, writing the story that binds my heart, and the only one who can read it is you
You set up camp in my mind, and seem to want to stay, and I can't force you out so I guess your not gonna leave so I should get used to carrying your burdens in my mind
I just want you to know that I'm not sure how much longer I can do this, I can feel my heart trembling, it can't seem to support me any longer, with everybeat it is in denial, and I guess so am I, it seems it would rather flatline, than be in love with a person that forgot it's rhythm

I guess I'm a blue blood and I should have you arrested for assaulting an officer
You see when I bleed, the blood comes out blue because you still take my breath away
You got comfortable and took the safety off the machine gun that is your mouth and your promises pierced me until you were out of ammo, it's no wonder all these shots won't get you off my mind
I am a solider wounded at war, growing up in a generation of women that claim to want men but only fool around with boys
I have lost over 3 weeks of sleep because you force my mind to stay active and playback the poison that is my memories of you, and I wish it would just **** me
Because of love is life... Then there is no reason to live without a heart, atleast you'll have an extra one laying around incase one day, what happened to me also happens to you, at least you'll get the second chance I never will, just do me a favor, I knew loving you would ****** me, don't let me die in vain

Hi, I'm Sam, i was born on August 13, which makes me a Leo. I learned to swim at 3 and have been drowning since I discovered love.
I like gymnastics, Italian food, and pretending I'm okay,
I hate Isaac Newton, because I don't believe gravity accelerates objects at the same rate; I always seem to fall faster than everyone else... And the ground has become a familiar taste on my tongue.
I've fought with demons and they've left their marks on me.
I love oceans, mountains, heights, probably because I often like reckoning with forces that can easily destroy me.
I have a motion sensor smile, and a false aura of happiness.
I'm envious of my shadow because he never suffers through dark times.
I'm a hopeless romantic that is always too hopeful, and my heart is glass and has shattered in fragments, scattered miles apart, being held on too by the women who used the word "always" but didn't understand what that means, they hold on to them the way a scared child hangs on to a branch before they fall out of a tree
My biggest fear is being alone, probably because I don't find myself worthy of my own love
I don't care about myself as much as I should, because I believe there is no reason to fix equipment that's out of date
I have been gifted with luxuries many suffer without and selfishly take them without second thought, like a man who thinks his gold doesn't shine bright enough
I am a prisoner in my own mind, I can never seem to escape in fact it only gets worse you see, depression has sized control of my mind the way Katrina dominated New Orleans, memories are the scars that are permanently inflicted, the wardens that ruthlessly hold me captive in my own living hell
I believe in God but not in an ordinary way, I believe God does not actively watch over us, but makes us what we are, and how we are to affect eachother
Depression actively fluctuates in and out of my life like a high and low tide trying to flow blood out of my skin
I see myself as a work of art that was given up on, maybe could be great, but my artist decided it wasn't worth the time
I find myself often wishing I was made for more than I am
Hi, I'm Sam, I'm a poet, I write about things I am too weak to face, I'm not happy and I've been given up on, but my heart is still beating, and as long as it's going, I'll keep moving forward and see how far I can get until I drop off the earth, and I'm spoken about in a low whisper, until i'm eventually forgotten about completely.

Dating you was like Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun, and I trusted you anyways so I pulled the trigger
Because if I could bleed out your smile, I would cut my throat and do a hand stand
When you spoke my name your words stitched my skin back together and nursed my wounds but You had no training, and now I'm what's left of your malpractice
You see you could have just broken my heart with a clean split and easy to fix but instead your acidic lies, dissolved it and now it's no longer there
You crafted lies that burrowed in my ears, and slowly poisoned my brain, just enough so that I would blame myself, enough so that when I looked at my own reflection all I saw was my scars, which are like my flaws because they will never ever go away
Every time I think of you another piece of my heart commits suicide, and melts away, there has been nothing there for a while now, I guess that's why I feel so empty, because if you were to crack my shell, I would be hollow because I told you I would give you everything I am, and you took it all with you
The lies you told have stuck to me like ****** and their currently burning my soul, you've made my body my own living hell, and it's all fueled by the fact that I still love you, but who knows, maybe when I'm all burnt out, something beautiful can grow from my ashes...

The look in his eyes, desperation
The thoughts in his head, desecration
Pay attention to the look, his eyes
This time it equals 3 lines on his thigh
Watch him hang his head, ashamed
Look at those lines he must be insane
They go away begin to fade
That's when he grabs a blade
He is a freak, and outcast, alone, taboo
He draws scars on himself like a tattoo