Everyone  I love goes away,
What I have become,
My sweetest dead rose in the midst of a flower season,
Blending in- mixture of confusion,
Real ones ain't of first sights,
Fake ones.. Their smiles coat it all,
In this black hole without ending,
You trip and only till you drawn,
Cause everyone you love goes,
Always tripping  on the dark side of life,
It's all sugar coated fake

i am just the worst person you could have met
one moment im kind to you
another i talk behind your back
lie to you
be mean to you
im fake
and i know that
yet u don’t
your kind innocent pure soul
YOU think that i am..well good at least
and i don’t want to make you feel upset
but i did eventually
you should start realising that i am bad
i am no good
and you should not talk to me
even if i treated you like the worst
you still continued talking to me
i am the worst
please you don’t deserve to be treated like that
by me.

Small print
What a way
To cheat another day
History has taught
How to respond
And Play

There's nothing to fear
But fear itself
Knowing this is wealth
Theres one word
A join of two
Reveals theres nothing had to do

Loophole
Loophole

A hole of loops
Infinite
Every loophole has a loophole
How significant

Thats why its called
Loop
Hole

Endless DNA
Theres just one name
That keeps it sane
The name lives to this day

John Hancock
Sign that sh*t
Big and bold
No fear
Showing that
No cowardice
Is within
Is clear

Let the loopholes
Noose the necks
Of those with bad intent
Now thats enough
Wasting thought on this
My mind is not for rent

Just remember
Boomerang
Three little birds that sang
Killed by the bell
Welcome to hell
Theres no one else to blame.

I think,
The most pain one is not who goes,
But the one who left behind.
Because,
The one who goes left the memories with the left one,
And the left one is keeping the memories with the one who goes.

Sometimes I miss our past... All the phone calls and Kisses...
I miss the late nights and secrets... All the hopes and good wishes...
But recently I stopped caring and I'm not sure what to do...
Because life goes on without those things... Without love ...Without You.

But it feels numb... it feels like living without meaning
Give me all those moments back when you turned my
heartbeat into screaming
Erupt all of my senses with just the slightest touch of skin
Give me what you give him, tell me it's alright for us to sin
Lie to me...tell me he's not the reason for your smile
That your being with him is just a test for me
That you've put me through a trial

Because...
Life goes on
But I can't go on...without you

There's a million different ways for me to tell you how I feel
But I always seem to choose the worst way
I've been trying to build up the courage to tell you I still I love you
But I can't seem to find the words to say...
And imagining his hand caressing up and down your skin
Is making all my sunny days turn gray
Your smile still gives me strength ..maybe enough to find the will
And tell you what I need for you to turn my way

Then again... This... Might just be a phase...
A fluke. A lemon. An emotional wave...
These bipolar feelings are driving me mad...
I love you... I miss you... I want you so bad...

Eventually, though, my thoughts of you... will wither away...
You'll find another person to brighten your days.
What's left to say? I've pushed you away...
And what's more my insensitivity, by you, has been repaid....
I know deep in my heart I'll always miss Us...hate that I withdrew...
But to free myself from this misery... I must remember... Life goes on without You.

grasping at things
not meant for me.
they slip from
my hands so
easily.

feeling
    hopeless
          helpless
full of fear.

what does the future hold?
they say it gets better
and i'm screaming

WHEN?

People are bound to change.
Friends do tend to leave.
Lovers will come and go.
Family may betray you.
Pain will surely come.
Things will go wrong.
But life goes on.

I rubbed the gum wrapper so long my fingers turned green,
as pieces of tin foil fell like dust on this tattered pillow.
i sat obediently calm and quietly observant,
while you judged me for the amount of days i’ve lived
not considering the quality of those days.

I drove home screaming to melodies lost on me,
as the night air whipped my hair into tangles of hurt,
asking what plan He has for a soul like mine,
for no matter where i go, there simply isn’t a place for me.

It’s never a question of smiles gained or looks given,
but rather, the ways i can bend and form to ideas,
and how easily i can lie while waiting for the curtain to drop.