I can feel the numbness
It pulses in my lips
I pinch my hips
To see if I still exist
I can't breath
Maybe I'm just suffocating
The air won't pull in  
My chest rises and falls
But nothing gets pulled in
Im suffocating in the darkness
That I created
From my own stupidity
The world is not ending
But my world is pulling away
Taking the air I breath with him
I'm left out in space
But there are no stars
It's the emptiness
I carved out around me
With bleeding hands
I can't breath
I can feel the numbness
It pulses in my lips
I feel the grace of fingertips
I try to latch on
I weigh a ton
Will my world hold on
After all my stupidity
Will he give me air to breath

They say suicide takes us to hell;
Well, I guess I'll be ******
'Cause your presence is fatal
And I am not going anywhere*

-fir.m

Please tell me,
how you really feel.
Don't make me assume things,
or things would fall apart again.

You're like a star.
A **** kind of star.
You'll come out all of sudden,
and the next thing I knew, you were gone again.

Just tell me the freaking truth and I promise,
you'll never heard from me again.

Ever.

The thought of you they never gone
They exist and appear in a form of a bullet
Mischievously small and erotophonophilia

They shoot me
During the times when i think i can be happy
During the times when i think i am carefree
During the times when i wanna be free
They will shoot me and shot me and shot me

Till all the happiness fade
Anxiety make their way
Tearing down my confidence
Killed in the pleasure of another human being lust.

Bleed my name
Every single blood cell should crave my loving
Need me
[I need you to need me ]

When you look in my eyes, what do you see?
Do you see my pain
the fire I felt in my muscles?
Do you see the billions of tears
that had ran a marathon across my cheeks.
When looking into my eyes,
do you see my desire
for revenge
Do you see past my eyes, and into my soul,
my restless spirit?
Do you see my wounds
that still linger beneath my scars?
In my eyes, do you see my love?
Do you see my passion for loyalty?
My deep desire to be loved?
In my eyes,
do you see my confusion
my curiosity for everything
In my eyes,
can you see that I have been in pain.
The kind of pain that is worse than physical pain.
the "****" in my eyes.
The disappointment
the failure.
*my eyes hold a lot of secrets

****
sometimes that is all someone can say.
****

I write poetry often, but it never writes me back.