I'
M
Cut
Deep
And it's
Killing me
You didn't use
A knife just your
Words, but they hu
rt so much more th
an if you sliced my
Wrists up because
You've sliced my he
art into little shreds
And I'm not sure how
I'm going to put it ba
ck together this time,
but I know it will take
Awhile and through it
all I'll have to wear a pr
etty smile, like everyth
ing's ok, but we both kn
ow it's not, I'm.not at all,
but that's the price I pay
**Maybe next
Time you co
uld literally
slice my heart
from my chest
and slowly wa
tch  eme bleed
out and die, cau
se that would not
Hurt as much as
This feeling I
Have right now
But the idea of
Being without
You in any way
Hurts so much
Maybe I'll just
Use this knife
To cut away at
My own pain

I hate to admit it but,
Maybe his time has come
Maybe he's meant to go
Three weeks of hanging on
He has no reason to
His love has gone
His mother is waiting
His best friend is there
Everyone he's lost along the way,
Waiting with open arms
Oliver
Abby
Evelyn
Joseph
Quinn
Ally
Catherine
And those are just a few
His family is there
He's lost everything
But himself


A short poem for Andy. Who was moved back to his home town for his last few weeks. Andy has been battling a cancer called soft tissue sarcoma. This has been a two year battle. It's closer to stage five than four now and he's been given three weeks to live. To say goodbye, to try and get better. Help me out and repost this to give him a reason to fight. Write your own poems and show him there's a reason to stay  #ThisIsForAndy and #ANewReligion    ~Thanks~

I am not alone because I
Can't make friends

I am alone because alone is safe

No one can tear the
Tender flesh of my heart
If no one is near enough
To find it