When the day is over and I see the moon shine its light through my window, I feel this overwhelming wave of sadness and loneliness
These painfull thoughts that I'm trying to hopelessly push away, climb back in to my head and begins to drip down my face  as tears
But everytime I see my self come back to these familiar feelings and fill my head with these thoughts of loneliness, I feel in this twisted way more alive than ever

Although the truth probably is
I have never felt loved in my entire life

As my heart pumps this liquid that is filled with pain and thoughts of giving up
As my head wonders
What's the point of meeting new people if   if even I can't stand to look myself
Maybe if I just exist and push through my heart will go numb
Maybe I'm just invisible Maybe we all are
Maybe we see those who we love orhate
Maybe I'm just overthinking
Maybe it's just all in my head
Maybe I will just shut my brain

Maybe I will just end it all someday

But one thing is certain that day is not today

You broke me, but that is nothing new.... I knew you had the means to break me when we were almost something.... I had handed you my most prized possession.
I so effortlessly passed myself over, too naive to think about the consequences, or the fact that even though I love you, it didn't mean you loved me.....
I knew you broke me when I was sitting in a restaurant too exhausted to cook, breaking down at the table by myself while watching couples who could have been us laughing and eating.
I knew you broke me when I hated going to bed and staring up at that stupid dull white ceiling in silence, my mind going over everything I might have done wrong.
when sleep came I was finally at peace, but not for long....
I knew you broke me when every morning I dreaded getting up because it meant I had to do another day without you.
I knew you broke me when I hated myself, hated how I looked because maybe if I looked better you would have stayed and chosen me.
hated how I talked, maybe if i used a softer tone? or more stern? you wouldn't have chosen her?
maybe if my eyes were blue? or my hair blonde?
I knew you broke me when I was tearing myself apart because you left....
you broke me, but I already knew you would.

You slipped up,
You ****** up,
Creating that trap
Made for our attention;
The inter-net.
You can't help but gloat
That the cards are stacked,
But I've got your ticket.

I thought everything is fine.
Closing my eyes to wake up in another world of dream.
When I feel hopeless than there is always an icecream.
People around me talking the hell out of them.
Nothing is calm everything is lame.
But, I have reason to smile and some sort of hope.
Everything is going in Loop.
But, you are the new melody which struck in my nerves..
Sometimes this melody, I don't deserve.
But, when you try to leave, my heart pull the strings to stop you.
Now please turn back and simply it.
I want to say something.
I want you to wait.
Is it same way around?, the question arises.
But, when you turn back.
I knew there is hope that doesn't die.
You wait for my silence.
I wait for my words.
Than I thought, I shouldn't keep you waiting.
I smile, you nod.
But something is incomplete.
I think melodies are meant to be incomplete.
Let's complete it tomorrow probably.
But....

By Arcassin B

Please,
Lend me your eyes and,
See through me,
Let,
Go of the pain , it,
Swallows,
My,
Teenage spirit , is still intact,
I don't wanna' make you seem like I care for you like
we didn't have beef before,
Been done too **** wrong,
If its me or you , won't hesitate anymore,
Have you ever ? Like nah , have you ever?
I don't want to play this game with you.

Anymore.
Anymore.

What you think?
You want to toast wit' some glass? Clink Clink.
Is This really another dream?
8,000th Simulation in time space I think,
And Why do the populist gotta' be so fake?
And why we gotta prove to those who simply hate?
And why watch our families turn their backs?
And why florida so disregarded? Whats wrong with this state?


New Poetry Titled "Being Reasonable" full in Link<<<

Maybe it's the sun, but maybe you're the one of whom I'm dreaming
Maybe it's not real, but this is how I feel: my soul you're redeeming
Maybe it's just sound, but maybe I have found a love that's unending
Maybe it's the air, but maybe you are there I'm constantly depending
Maybe it's war, but maybe it's worth living for
It's time to take a stand
Maybe I'm kneeling, and maybe you're healing
With a touch of your hand
I come bowed and broken, hearing words so softly spoken
Teach my heart and heal my soul
For sin exacts a heavy toll
But a deal was made, the debt was paid
As water and blood flowed free
Now at long last, no longer slave to my past
What do you see in me?
Given a second chance, at Blessed romance
I know not why or how
But maybe it's enough just to live in your love
For it's all that I have now

steam curls up like a lazy thought,
fading into nothing before I can hold onto it
warmth slips through the mug, into my hands, into my chest
as if the quiet heat could fill some empty space I hadn’t noticed.

sip, pause—just me and the drift of morning shadows,
sunlight splintered across the table, catching the edge of the cup,
and I wonder if every little thing knows its place here but me,
The coffee ground me, an anchor that tastes like earth, like waiting.

I think of all the things I need to do and don’t move,
just sit, letting time flow softly as the heat through my fingers
until the cup’s empty, until the silence tastes of something else—
an ending, a beginning, maybe both.