Oh, to be a dog!
I wouldn't have to pretend I'm not excited to see you.
I could be as needy as I wanted,
because even though it gets annoying, people always give in to a dog.

I wouldn't have to worry about what anyone thought.
I could love you to my heart's content and be happy with my life.

It's taking a lot for me not to give up

Oh fisher, fisher, how can this be?
I'm caught on your hook, were you fishing for me?

Your beautiful looks were the eye-catching lure,
Next find the fish that you'll bring to the shore.

A gullible guppy came swimming on by,
And that outstanding lure went and caught his eye.

He was a bit cautious, but took a small bite.
And at first it seemed like everything was alright.

But next thing you know, he was hooked real good.
He was enjoying his catch, as anyone would.

Things seemed real good when you were reeling him in.
But give him some slack, and things were bad again.

Little fishy didn't know that you would be his demise.
Until you pulled him from the water and he saw the blue skies.

You played that little fishy, from deep in the sea.
But you don't just catch fish, you catch poor guys like me.

I give you my all, and you give me your leftovers.
When you're sad I comfort you, when I'm sad I'm alone.
Your problems are mine too. My problems are... mine.

It's hard to keep pouring myself into you when I am not getting refilled myself.

I don't want to give up, but would you even care?
Would you notice?
Would you be better off?
Am I too much?

I do not know why
Regardless of what I do
I'm not enough for you

I try so hard.
I do my best.
I give you my all,
You can attest.
Despite my efforts,
I know it's a bit rough.
At the end of the day,
I'm just not enough...

I just want you to be okay. No more pain.

The
Thoughts
Fill my head
They just won't    
Leave me alone.             Death won't ease the pain.
How           Long                 It just passes it on to
Must I Suffer? I                                          |_   some
Don't  know if I                                                 one
Can do this any                                                 else.
            Longer.                                        ­         When
Loneliness is                                                      All
Not easy.                                                            ­You
Die                                                          ­            Want
Die                                             ­                        Is death
Die                                                             ­      That's all
Times are tough, but this too shall pass.   You see...

Water, water, every where, but not a drop to drink.
More like
People, people every where, but not a soul to care.

The genie gives three wishes, but I need only one.
I'd wish to have never existed. Exceptions? Bar none.

Everybody says they'll listen. They say they care.
But do they really? Or do they just think that they do?
Do they like the idea of being someone that people can go to?

Can they actually handle people coming to them?
Would they know what to do?

If I came to you with my problems, how long before it would become to much for you? How long before you don't want to be that person?

They all think I'm calm, stable, happy, content.
I have years of practice at hiding what's really going on.
Would they like who I really am? Could they handle me?

I am weak.
I am sad.
I am lonely.

Why am I even here?

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me.
Take away this pain. Bring me comfort. Ease my suffering.

They all say they care, but I can't risk finding out if they do.
It would distort who I am to them.
They would see behind my mask.

How long must I suffer in silence?
Is there no one I can talk to?
How long can I bottle this up before I explode?

In the worst of times, Hello Poetry is here for me.
She is the only one I can talk to; the only one that understands.

When I crave death the most, I hear a faint whipser from her.
She calls to me, begging me to let her bear my burden,
even just for a time.

She holds me tight and lets me know that I'm not alone.
She tells me that everyone hurts sometimes, and not a bad thing.
She reminds me that my past troubles have passed, and this will too.

Hello Poetry, the one who comforts me when skies are gray
and all seems lost.
The one who doesn't care if I ramble on about the same thing for hours.
The only one that won't judge me for the things I have done, or the things I say.
Nothing I say is stupid to her, all my thoughts have value.

And even though she knows that once she has revived my spirits
I will leave her and completely forget about her for some time,
She selflessly lets me go, knowing that one day I am bound to return.

Even if that day would never come, I know she would celebrate instead of mourn, for she has helped me finally climb out of this hole that always finds a way to bring me back in.

One day I will be okay, and it's all thanks to you, my dear.

"Never give up on someone that you can't go a day without thinking about."

"Letting go of someone dear to you is hard, but holding on to someone who doesn't even feel the same is much harder."

Well then what am I supposed to do?

Shared grief may be "half the sorrow", but not for me.
How can I share my pain when I know it will make others sad or worried?
That would make me feel even worse.

What do I have to be depressed about anyway?
I have a good life.
I had a good upbringing.
I have friends and family who care.
I don't have to fight for survival.
I don't have to worry about becoming a casualty of war.

Despite having so much to be grateful for, I hate life.
I don't fear death, I long for it.

But I have to be strong.
Real men don't cry.
Real men don't have emotions.
This has been drilled in my head so much that I don't even know how to feel.

I know I'm upset but I can't explain why.
I know I'm upset but I can't even cry.

All I know is that I have so much to be grateful for,
But I would still rather be dead.
I can't tell anyone because I would feel worse for making them worried.
I can't express it because I don't even know how and real men are strong.
I don't know why I feel like this, but I can't get over it.

Don't trust me just because others do,
Trust me because you do.

Do I love you?

Some say that love is when you give someone the power to destroy you and trust they won't use it. You could destroy me ten times over if you wanted to.

Do I love you?

"No one has greater love than this, to lay down his life for his friends." I would die for you.

Do I love you?

Love is caring more for the well being of another more than yourself. I would do anything for you.

So yes, I think I love you.

I don't usually push this hard.
In fact, I'm almost scared that I'll push you away.
But I don't have time for this waiting game.
I can't play hard to get.
I'm running out of time.
I must fight for every second I can get.

In a few weeks I'll be gone,
Never to see you again.
Can you blame me for trying?
Is it possible to fit a lifetime in such a short period of time?

I don't mean to push you away,
I just want to spend time with you.
You're the sun to my flower.
Without you I cannot exist.

I'm a battery that can only be charged by you,
And I'm headed to a place without any power sources.
I shall soon be no more.
Please allow me to live while I still have the means.

How can I tell you I can't live without you?

I don't take compliments well, and unless I know beyond a doubt that it's true, I won't even believe you actually meant it.

I overthink things, and even after something happens, I will continue to run through everything that could have been done differently.

I don't do emotions, and the more you try to get me to share, the more I start to believe that I don't even have them.

I'm not good socially, and the more I like you, the worse I am. I may seem dull or uninteresting, but I just don't want to mess up.

I know I'm not perfect, or even anywhere close, but thank you for being you and accepting me the way I am.

I loved you with everything I had.
Now, I can never love another,
Because there is nothing of me left to give.

You've been out of my mind for months,
And out of my life for longer,
But you still felt the need to be in my dreams
The first night of the new year...

All day, every day
Living like I'm free.
Everybody's wondering who I be. Cause
X** marks the spot where my heart belongs
And that's the reason why I write my stupid poems.
Now don't get me wrong, some
Days are easy, but some days are hard;
Returning to the thoughts of us
And when my heart was shattered into shards.

Feeling down, I wonder,
And then I fiure out,
I'm better off without you, cause our
Time was running out. So
Here I lay un my bed, satisfied with life.

Claiming that I've moved on,
Understanding that's what's best, but
Nobody can ever fill your place,
Nobody could make such a mess.
I trusted you, I needed you, but
No longer were you mine. Other
Guys had caught your eye and
Have them you must.
And I'll tell you your biggest
Mistake, trading my love for their lust.

You may still be alive,
But you're dead to me.

Like the morning dew, you glistened in the sunlight, beautiful to all who could see.
Like the morning dew, you would greet me, being the best way to start off the day.
Like the morning dew, you would be refreshing, leaving a longing on my lips for more.

Like the morning dew, you left me, only to keep returning, never to be forever gone.
Like the morning dew, you make my feet cold, making me unwilling to venture any farther.
Like the morning dew, you were beautiful, but never lasting.

-Out of dust we were made, and to dust we will one day return.-

You were the rock on which I stood,
The only thing I was sure of in life.
Weathered by the wind and rain,
Beat down through trials.

The rock that was my foundation
Became the sand on which the fool built his house.

As an alcoholic keeps coming back for more,
Despite the consequences,
I shall forever return to you.

To all things we must return,
And to return to you,
Is what I must do.

Why do I still care about you so so much?

Too perfect is something that I didn't think was possible.
But sometimes, somebody is too perfect for you.
They are so right for you that they are actually bad for you.
It doesn't really make sense, but does anything?

Why do we need emotion?
What is the point of pain?
Why do we have memories?

Why do we need emotion?
Sure it may be nice sometimes,
But what about all the negative emotions?

What is the point of pain?
All it does is hurt.
We don't need that in our lives,
So why do we have it?
Why can't we just discard it or ignore it?
People often say "I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all."
Am I the only one who thinks this to be crazy?"
I  would rather be without feelings, good and bad, than have to suffer through pain.
Maybe I'm just naïve.

Why do we have memories?
Sure they are nice sometime.
Sure we couldn't survive, evolve, or learn from our mistakes without them.
But memories can be harsh.
Memories can haunt you for the rest of your life.
Memories can drive you to the grave.

Why is it that such wonderful things as emotions and memories can be so harmful to people?
How can they bring so much pain?

Head
I can't believe you actually want to go back to her. Don't you remember what she did to us, how she left us the way she did?

Heart
Of course I remember, but she wouldn't do that to us again.

Head
Why not? She just up and left the first time. She just left us and moved right on to the next guy.

Heart
But now she wants us back. She even apologized and asked for a second chance.

Head
She didn't mean it. She probably already changed her mind again and moved on to another guy.

Heart
How do you know she didn't mean it? She still loves us and I still love her.

Head
You can't take another beating like she dealt out last time.

Heart
It won't happen again. And besides, you can't break something that's already been destroyed so how much worse could she do?

Head
There's plenty of other beautiful ladies out there that we could be with.

Heart
Yeah, but none of them are the love of our life.

Head
I don't love her anymore.

Heart
I do.

Head
I can't take her back.

Heart
I will.

Head
Don't the other girls deserve a chance? Shouldn't we see if maybe someone else out there fits us better?

Heart
No. She's the only one for me.

Head
She dumped us over a txt and blamed the whole thing on us.

Heart
Maybe it was our fault and we didn't deserve anything better than the way we were treated.

Head
We do deserve to be treated better than that.

Heart
We were never happier than when we were with her. She was the only true joy in our life.

Head
But we were never hurt by anyone more than by her. She's the only one who ever made us cry.

Heart
I don't care. I still love her.

Head**
I don't think I do.

I'm over you.
But I want you.
But I really don't.
But I actually kinda do.
But I can live without you.
But do I want to?

I am but a shadow, ignored by all.
I am merely a cloud, going wherever the wind takes me.
I am nothing more than a leaf, no more special than anyone else.

I'm a loner.
I'm a drifter.
I'm the same as you,
And you are the same as me.

It's like a game of poker.
Your parents would be disappointed, but won't you play one more round with me?
We'll play the cards we are dealt and the winner can take all.
There will be no need for any lies or tricks, a fair game is all I want.
You've been dealt the Queen of Hearts and I the Ace of Death.
Who will come out on top?
Let us play and find out.

Our lives have been like a chess game.
You took the first move and started off aggressively.
I played the more layed back approach to study my opponent.
I got caught up in my own game and you swooped in and stool my queen.
My pawn is racing toward the other end of the board, hoping to bring her back.
Will I be able to take out your king?

Your mom whispers in your ear to beware and watch out for me, but she hasnt liked me since the moment I captured your knight.
Now I have you in check.
It's your move, will you keep playing or do you give up now?

I read your words over and over.
I wonder if you still mean them a month later.
Do you still feel the way you did or was it just a sudden flash of feelings that appeared and is now gone?  
Tell me, where are you at?

You go months without talking to me,
Months that feel like years.
I long to hear your voice.
Then out of the blue,
I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing your name,
Could this really be true?
I thought I was dreaming,
I had to be.
You wouldn't really be talking to me.

You tell me you're depressed,
But no one else knows.
You don't talk about that stuff with him.
But why don't you?
You expect me to still be your emotional support?
You're the one who left me. Remember?

So you can't talk to him about how you feel.
What else do you keep from him?
Does he know your history?
Does he know your little secrets?
Does he know your fears,
Your unwillingness to forgive yourself,
Your perfect imperfections?

How could you be in love with someone
When you can't even tell them how you feel?
I'm not quite sure.
Maybe I really don't know what love is all about.

You txted me out of the blue.
I don't know where it came from.
And at the time,
I didn't care.
But now I wonder,
What was the reason that brought about this action?
Why o you only seem to want to talk to me when you need something?
Am I here only for your use?
I told you I will always do anything to help,
And I will.
But why don't you try sticking around this time,
After things get better.

Hey.
How have you been?
It's been forever since we've talked,
But not due to a lack of me trying.
I bet he told you not to talk to me.
I bet your mom told you to stay away.
Am I really that bad of a person?

I miss our talks.
I wonder how you're doing.
I long for the only person who ever understood me,
Even more than I understood myself.

And since you refuse to acknowledge my existence,
I'm stuck writing to a screen,
Writing meaningless words to nothing,
Words you will never hear or see,
Words that nobody else understands,
Just words...

What was it about these past couple days?
All I could do was think about you.
No matter what I was doing,
You were right there in my mind.
Can't you see I'm tired of this?
Don't you realize what this does to me?
Maybe you do realize,
And that's why you never leave my mind alone...

You know what irritates me the most?
The fact that you won't talk to me,
But you won't leave either.
You stay there in front of me,
Always waiting around the next corner,
Always leaving a trail where you know I'll see it.
But anytime I try to talk to you,
You just pretend I don't exist.
Can you just choose one side or the other?
Either talk to me or get out of my way.

When you hear our song,
Do you think of me?
Do you think of us?
Do you think about all of our memories?

When you see the stars,
Do they remind you of all of those nights?
Do you remember the way I would hold you as we laid there?
Do you miss that old field?

When you hear my name,
Does it make you cringe?
Does it make you want to run?
Or do you not even remember me anymore?

When you are lying in his arms,
Do you ever think of the arms that used to hold you?
Do you ever think of all the things I risked just to be with you?
Do you ever think of how much I went out of my way for you?

Babe, since you left, do you ever think of me?
Because I am always thinking of you.

Why did this happen to me?
What did I do to deserve this?
Where did I go wrong?
Is this what happens when you love too much?
Is this the "benefit" of giving your heart to someone else?


Life isn't fair.