What is wrong with me?
I can clearly see that you love him.
I can see that he loves you.
I can see that you guys are happy together and I make things worse.
I'm a broken bone that never healed.
I'm a bullet that can't be pulled out, that still hurts.
I'm that annoying woodpecker that wakes you up in the morning and never shuts up.
You aren't coming back.
Why do I even pretend?
You are in love and I lost out.
I lost my chance.
I should do the world a favor and **** off the annoying woodpecker.
Then you could live in peace.
And I could meet my maker.

I ain't a poet,
So why am I here?
My poems **** and aren't really poems.
I just write stuff,
Saying what I can't say,
Hoping you'll read them, so you know how I feel.
I try talking in riddles, so you can only guess at what I mean.
Because I don't want you to know, even though I do.
I ain't a poet,
So why am I here?

I wish I could, but I can't.
It would only make things worse.
So I just have to wait,
Hoping you do it instead.

I'm a fake.
I'm phony.
Putting on what people wanna see.
I don't really care.
I'll show them what they want to see.
I have so many identities that you never know if you got the real me.
But when you see the real me, you'll know.
Too bad that the number of people who know the real me can be counted on one hand...

I've finally collected the pieces of my shell.
You know that thing that you broke me out of?
You worked so hard to get my out of it.
And now, I've collected the pieces and glued them back together.
There might be a few cracks left in the shell,
But I'm pretty much back to my old self now.
I'm a brick without feelings, just how its supposed to be.

This is for you.
I don't know if you'll ever read it,
But I can hope, can't I?

I can't do this anymore