I never knew how to love myself
Ending up trying but I just loathe myself
Some say it's insecurity
And some say I need help

It's kind of difficult
All these battles I've fought,
Internally...
But I'll admit it's still hurting me

The decisions I've made in the past
The mistakes I can't take back
Secrets no soul will ever know
Stories that will never be told

Wondering how did I let it get this far
How did I let it get this hard
To be happy and open up
Every time I try I get choked up

Buried inside my own soul
Regrets I have to let go
How can I tell my truth,
Without losing you?

Maybe one day
I'll fall in love,
let someone take
my brittle heart;
or maybe I'm
just meant to be alone.

You see, I have
been broken before
and I told myself
I'm done with this war -
because love, like
a gun, is a means
to rule you.

And she'll take all you've got
and burn it down.
She'll burry you
and your soul both
in the ground
and gently whisper in your ear
that she's the only
one who ever knew you.

You're gone.
Off, on your journey.
Into your spirit world.
Yes, it's alright to go to Heaven now.
I knew one day I would lose you,
So I memorized the cut on your right finger.
I see that cut, that scar, now, on your finger.
As you lay - suit creased, pancake make-up and dead flesh.
I once loved you with a heart that knew not how to love.
And you abused it.
You defiled it.
Stomped it.
Then your last words to me were "You were the love of my life."
Then you wilted, just like the flowers you planted.
That amber ring on your other finger that we bought together.
It's there.
On your dead finger.
On my dead heart.
Soon to be buried.
Remembered by me.
Forever.
But, only by me.

By Arcassin Burnham

Completely and utterly mystically sane,
I drive through the forces that carry my weight,
Visions through your eyes , but you never mentioned my name,
I'd die a quick and painful death without knowing the strain,
No limations left swear i fill up pain,
Indebted the affection but battled with the thoughts that came,
Popular teens riding in mustangs , while you have to walk in the rain,
Life isn't always good,
When karma is on your *** all the time,
Asking god why have you forsaken me,
Without ever being rude,
But slowly telling it you hate it too,
Retorting and overreacting,
Drinking too much to know your name,
To the heavens your shouting,
But this love I have could not be replace,
For the weirdest reason.

When I die,
I’ll get buried.
And like buried seeds,
I’ll sprout back some day.