It's hard to think, I'm on the brink of Nonexistence.
I could jump from the earth in just an instant
But would you miss me?
Would you care that I'm gone?
If not what's the point in "So long"
Why should I live with the pain, and suffering you bring?
I wish you'd back off and let me do my own thing.
But I'm tough,
I'm strong enough to live.
All I need's a little luck
But I won't get it,
I won't find it from you.
For all I know you probably hate me too.
I've become irrelevant in my own home, and all the places I once belonged.
But it doesn't matter.
In a few more years  I'll be long gone.

I know that things
are tough right now,
you want to be a turtle
and hide in your shell,
make like a carpenter,
And build up your walls,
become a caterpillar,
and cocoon from the world,
in hopes you'll sleep,
a sleep like death
until you see a different tomorrow.

But what you dont understand
is on that day I said I love you
I made a commitment.

That i'd
knock
knock
knock
on the shell,
until you are aggrivated enough
to peek back out,
even if it means
you reply with a snap and bite.

because at least you will
show emotion again.

That i'd be like a storm,
and break down the walls,
to lead you out of the box,
and back to the sun light,
even if it means
you'll want to beat
my heart up with a hammer.

because at least then
your heart will be working again.

That i'd come across your cocoon and kiss you awake,
to show you the beauty
of life once more,
Even if it means you *****
me from your life.

Because at least then
you will be alive again.

On that day I said I love you,
I made a commitment,
to you and myself,
that even when things
got to their worst,
i wouldnt leave you alone,

even if you hate me,
even if you hate the world,
even if the world hates you.
I will always love you.

I wake up to a repetition,
The constant strive for approval.
A simple undying rendition,
Ideas in my head, hoping for removal.
A subscription for success sign me up,
One hefty fee of-not enough.
Same old texts, asking what's up?
This is not something that should be that tough.

I know,
I'm just,
An option in your life,
Because you can't,
Lie a heart.

Pain is unbearable,
It makes us,
Harsh or kind,
Tough or tender,
Better or worst.

Yet the decision,
Totally up to you.

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It is very easy to bear a child
when you are a good parent or not

It is also not too tough to write some words
when you are a good poet or not

But it is too tough for a parent to grow up   
their child as being a real man

As it is too tough for a poet to make
a meaningful poem with those words

Though either you are a very good parent
or a very good poet

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Still I have not told you,
Still the uttered words make me tremble and fall,
Into a deep coma of thoughts.
I'm not accepted,
And our friendship would die,
I love and cherish you,
But will you do the same for me?

Being gay is not a choice,
I want a family,
Can't you see!?
And a family I will have,
One, which is right for me.

You can no longer dictate my mind,
Make me feel inferior to society.
Because, I am part of it,
I make up society.
I am happy and free,
So accept it,
I am gay, as you can see.