When others meet you,
All they see is kindness,
And they tell me,
You have yourself a keeper.

I don't understand what it is,
But I just,
Feel myself,
Not falling any deeper.

I have this self pressure,
That I should be saying,
I love you.
But it would only be a lie.

For now I will hold back,
As only time will tell...
I do feel like I should say it,
But I WILL not tell a lie.

Keep it to yourself,
Under pressure I will break
Off of balance,
Off my game.
Disappointing,
Disappoint
Expect nothing
Expect nothing.

Coming from the mouth of hate
A deep green ink tumbling out
With those **** red petals
Having been stained by the blood
Spilling into vile words of suffering
Twisting this way and that
As if alive- slithering into place

I would plunge the dagger
Deeper still into your chest
Turning it and slicing on either side
Until I could reach in and pluck
That beating ***** from the cavity
And hold it in my hand, so tenderly
Just as I always have been with you
And then crush it in between palms
Applying more pressure until
The pain is unbearable and then
Maybe you will have felt
What you've put me through

Maybe, she's just tired
Maybe, she's just sad
Maybe, she's just too weak to handle the pressure
But,
She's tired
She's sad
She's too weak to handle the pressure
And when she closed her eyes
She see herself in water
An anchor on her ankle
Making her drown
To her tiredness
To her sadness
To her weakness
And maybe,
Maybe she's better to be drown anyway.