I can't seem to write properly anymore.
Because you walked out the door.
I want to show others how I feel,
But I don't want to admit that it's real.
Would you react if I told you I was in pain?
What if I told you my world was about to rain?
I want to be the strong one,
But I can't bring myself to say I'm done.
I wish there was someone out there,
Someone who I could count of to care.

I want to try and tell you how I feel,
But you always tell my those feelings aren't real.

You tell me, "It'll get easier, just keep trying."
But it feels like your just lying.

My life isn't mine,
I'm not fine.

Feelings ****,
I've run out of luck.

We are humans ! right  ?

A **** sapien to say but extremely  diversified

We are humans ! right ?

pursuing vast knowledge but  still lagging in the fight

We are humans ! right ?

no claws , no horns , no fangs but  still we bite

We are humans ! right ?

possessing more colours than a  rainbow   leaving the chameleons behind

We are humans ! right ?

a good runner in all circumstances , in fact better than animals , (fear)

W are  humans ! right ?

languages to communicate , but never ever  understood one

We are humans ! right ?

Brother in arms with Brothers in arms .

We are humans ! right ?

technically advanced ,  organically receded

We are humans ! right  ?

A **** sapien to say but extremely  diversified

If you have nothing new to say.
Nothing true to say.

Shut the **** up.

Stop feeding off of others words.
They got them from someone else’s plate.

We’ve all had a taste of them, they’re on the ******* dollar menu.

I can’t stand hearing cheap ****,
shut up and go take a hit.
Maybe in your daze,
you’ll find something amaze.

Then write about that.
Not something run over on the road.
Love’s practically flat.

I want to see a flash from a barrel,
and hear a bang from a muzzle.
Every ******* time I read a pseudo-love poem.

Put down the pen on love.
I’m ashamed of the poems I’ve writ about it.
Thinking I had knowledge of something so powerful.

If it’s real, you can’t put it into words.
Let it stay that way.
Indescribable.
Don’t let a pen astray,
on something in an ashtray.

This bridge has been burned for too long.