There she stood
with wobbly knees,
arms limp as a dying flower,
shoulders set to kiss the earth,
hiding within her heart
this nerve-racking,
conspicuously slanderous self-awareness
of being unloved.

When you realise that everyone else’s poetry is amazing,
And yours is of course just **** mixed into a muddy puddle,
Because you defy the teachers,
You do it your way,
Without making sure to use all those literate techniques,
After all, this isn’t Romeo and Juliet.

i wouldn't know which would be easier
to roll down the hill
or fall straight to the ground
cause either of the two will bring me down

i wouldn't know which is the lesser evil
to snap right then and there
or to fall apart slow
cause either way i'm bound to break

When writing is forced usually it turns into compleat ****

I'm losing my edge I'm losing my mind about to end a chapter in this relationship where's the button to take it all back like it never even happen rewind they say it gets better in time but I beg to differ people say there's always a winner but I'm a lose lose situation who is really the winner I had my flaws but so did she. I'm the end she was everyhing to me but what she just done to me was far more then a man's heart should be able to bare. Just thinking of her legs open as they made ******* moaning interlocking hands stairing into each other's eyes. Not once but twice did they link up just goes to show what she thought about me how much she really gave a ****. Or maybe the other two guys ***** she ****** maybe it's my fault maybe that's my luck not to mention all the nudes she sent from standing up to laying down or ***** out while she is bent over. Maybe I should just give up on love all its done is maed me feel alone and lost I'm bound to rebound right by any mean any cost? My reality is real this comes from the heart to express how I feel how do you mend a broken heart but feeling the pain you can't deal? I'm like who's really real. Bad enough no one can hear my silent screams the only time I feel good is when I'm sleep lost in my dreams............

Inspiration surrounds me
Yet I can't grasp it.
Support is said
However terribly given
That saying springs to my mind
"It's easier said then done"

I am sitting
and not doing
My head appears to be jumbled up
Concentration has not been taken into consideration.
I can think. I think.
I argue constantly in my head.
I feel as if I can't stick at one description.

why do my ears hear but not listen
everyone around me seems so calm
what's the actual reason for that
i live in this world of terror
it's a chaos in my head
games and smartphones
till you're finally dead

the pills people take
problems that i make
for something they call god sake
i see them all running
from train to train
from brain to brain
all eyes upon me
my dear pain
feeling crazy and insane

and working for what
a certain dead rat
on the corner of the street
strangers that i meet
influence of dead flowers
with misleading powers
i just wanna go away
leave me alone; okay

slayer saves my body
from smashing everything down
but who saves my mind
i frown
psychologist that doesn't reply
just another ****** institution
to unleash all my frustration?
i don't have to go to jail
even though the isolation cell
seems to be a perfect trail

if this poem hasn't structure
well it won't be me to give a ****
welcome in my crazy mind
now run over me with your truck
keep me under your control
so at the end of the day
smoking **** will be my goal
or something else to forget
stress and panic in hell

how i feel
how i fell
how i always have felt

sure something is there, behind me

Can anyone stand
Watching how your loved one becomes different?
It's annoying,
It hurts

You hurt me, so much
Every little wrong thing you do
Hurts

People may see me as a strong person
But when it comes to loving someone
I become so weak
So vulnerable

I can't.

People think I'm just a stupid girl who writes more stupid things.
What they don't know it's that the stupid things I write about is in fact my life.
So basically my life it's stupid.

People think I don't care about what they say about me, because what it's not true it's not going to hurt me right?
Wrong, absolutely wrong.
I would like to feel that way every time they tell me something less positive about what I write.
But I don't.
So basically I can't lie about how I feel when I write.

People think love it's true, magnificent and perfect.
You exist to prove that they are wrong.
So basically love it's just a word with legends.

People think that I'm a suicidal girl who hates herself.
What they don't know it's the effort that it takes to pass by another day, breathing, knowing that your life is ****, but still writing.
So basically I don't care about my life, but I care about my poems.

People think they know why I write.
But they don't.
Because none of them would understand that I write to heal myself, I write because it's the only way I can feel alive, they don't understand that.
So basically nobody knows me.

People think they know everything that they need to.
But they don't.
You know why?
Because they don't know me.
They don't know you.
I'm glad they don't, some of them are just stupid people like me right?
So basically the world it's stupid,

And I'm in it.