The 5 letter of word "SORRY"
It's very easy to say...
But instead of it
does it ease the pain?
And to this it's feels for Vain
Nothing more that something I'd Gain
In which I never believed to see rain
Your seemed so long,
but you're not a part of mine
I cried myself,
do someone who really cares about
Looking for dirt on himself to outshine...

Do the 5 letter of word "SORRY"
does it Displace the pain?
For any cause Sorry-sorry...
Why sorry?
Do you ever tried to be in my place
Probably, it's ****...
Of my say...
It's worth to scold and explain
Cause you won't understand
You keeps my pathetic feelings as a joke
Or Pheraps you like mine anger...
When you'll get free of your busy life
Think over...

i am a hopeless romantic
with suicidal antics
that cant seem to love herself

she cant seem to nudge herself
out of depressive episodes
but she has expressive goals
to fall in love

to call on love
for several favors
and she has several wagers
that "this one will be 'the one'"
that what ever is done
can be undone
and that she will be okay
because one day love will fix it all

she is a pathetic romantic
with an optimistic aesthetic
and a manic
personality

Needle into you
Bores holes into my soul
Needle into me
Saves me from tragedy

Torture tools upset you
They frighten me, too
But what can you do?
It happens all too soon

And hope runs away
Far from this place
Poked him, said he was gay
Face meets metal plate

So scream, scream, little girl
Run and scream, you ******* freak
It’s all you’ve got left
Because you’re next

The blackness gets you
But you don’t understand
Just take my hand
When you’re dead, you’ll be glad

So scream, scream little boy
Run and scream, you ******* freak
It’s all you’re good for
They don’t need you anymore

Scream away your vocal chords
You ******* *****
Don’t you know you’re the reason he died?
If I could cut you, I would
But I think that’s a crime
Run until your lazy legs stop
You pathetic *****
Run, before I bleed you
Run, before I realize

How much I need you

For you don’t exist

Because this poem
Is about me.

Do you ever feel like everybody looks down on you,
as though you nothing but a dead roach in the attic?
That's how I feel,
when people stare at you in disgust
as if you're gum from the bottom of their shoe.
You think people like you
when they really pity you.
You just wish that you could be liked by people,
but nobody wants anything to do with you.
You think you can do activities that other "cool" kids are doing,
but you really can't.
The "cool" kids are just staring at you,
they're gossiping,
saying that you're a try hard,
saying that you are dumb,
they even go as far to laugh at you.
Then someone screams at you
and they say that you're...







p a t h e t i c

I have girlfriends who’ve never spoken to me,
Comrades who’ve never fought with me,
Acquaintances who’ve never seen me,
And friends who’ve never chastised me.

This constant, never, fills me with pain,
So let it be crushed to dust by the weight of April rain.

Stuck in a straight jacket
That detaches from humanities
That disables civilized thinking
It strangles your insides
And steals compassion
And your breath of life
Withers inside this chasten

In this rubber room
Who’s pads make up your apathetical existence
You rot here like the ***** you take
You die here
Unless you bleed yourself of disrespect
Unless you bleed yourself of disinterest
Unless you bleed yourself of narcissism

Who cares
Your worthless in this state anyway
Find purpose in empathy

Or die here
Exist out of the minds of others
Others who have collective respect
Collective understanding
Collective empathy
And open mindedness

You’re locked here cause you prejudge
Guarded by your own stubbornness
You don’t accept
That you don’t know everyone’s story
You can’t know
You judge anyway

That hippie over there
He’s not a ***** loser
He has a family he loves
Worked hard in construction
And overcame a destructive alcohol and drug abuse
He’s better than you
He’s empathetic
Loving
Understanding
And embraces everyone