he’s beautiful just sitting there waiting for the train to come by and hit him.Goodbye he’ll sing.
he’s beautiful even though he has a blade waiting for him underneath his mattress.
He’s beautiful even though he drowns his thoughts away with that little white and blue pill that just drags his rag doll body up into the white until he slowly painfully sinks back down again.

he’s beautiful even when he’s crying tears of blood!
I’ll always think he’s beautiful.
he’s perfect like a canvas of colors that fit perfectly together.
I love him
and always will
he’s the only one that I give a chance to throw my love away
he’s the only one that I trust enough to carry me away
He’s the only one that holds me in a daze
I love him
but,I can't have him
she has him
that lucky *** girl
but,she doesn't know how lucky she is
she cheats and then goes and tells him that she loves him and always will,
but in reality i'm the only one that means that
she is destroying my love
he’s going to die
I need to save him
but...I cant its impossible I can't fly high enough to reach him he’s in the white I'm not happy enough to do that for him,
I have to he’s my love
I can't just give up
he never did
I cant
I see that they’ve broke up
I saved him
but he doesn't love me anymore he’s after another girl.

Oh migraine
You are the ****** of the headache family

Leaving me trembling
Wishing only to lay in silent darkness

There came a time when i finally realized.
there's no point in living this life.
I can't be who i need to be.
I cannot see what i hoped to see.
I try try and try again.
A vicious cycle to never end.
Endless hurt, endless pain and grief.
Don't you see what i mean.
I failed countless times.
Many more than would fit in this rhyme.
My point is i'm done.
I can't sleep and there's no peace.
This broken world doesn't really need me.
I wish i could just, give it up.
But, some won't let me, insisting my time's not up.
So i will sit here just awaiting.
The day when you are stating.
That I, have failed.

I'm just a filler
in a world full of important people.*



(d.d.b.)

Without you I cannot function right
Hear me out as I utter this plight

You take care of me and play my mother,
With me to you, im like an older brother.
I forget things, and never think straight
You pull me up on the things that ive left too late

You take such good care of me, and I secretly love what you do,
Deep down inside you wish id do it for you.
I wish with all my heart to care for thee,
Look out, and to provide all I can for ye.

I know I'm a child, incapable of taking care of me,
In everything you do, it opens my eyes of how Ive come to be.
You needn't the stress of tending to my problems and flaws,
If anything problem wise I should be attending to yours.

*I am childlike
In personality
And being

I love to be mothered and am how I am, just dont tire yourself out over me
Cause when the time comes, for strength and help I'll be there for ye

Funny how "crying always helps and its good for your body and soul"
Cept, see I told you i was crying and it upset you...
You felt useless and pathetic cause you didnt know and couldnt help...
I didnt want to bother you so how could you know?
Now ive made the mistake of crying over my mistakes and then crying more now knowing I upset you...both hurt and I cry

Why do you have to blame yourself for my mistakes?

I think this would have been much better had I not cried at all
Id say not told you but I tell you everything and hide nothing

Guess we're both sleepless tonight...

My heart is a pin cushion.
Various people have stuck needles
into it; but that's its purpose.
That's the good part.

The bad part, you see,
is when the needles are taken out.
I no longer have a meaning,
and I no longer feel loved
or useful.

Because what is a pin cushion
without needles?
I've got the holes
where they once were,
but that is all I have.

My heart is a petty, scarred
little pin cushion.
And there aren't any needles in sight.

(d.d.b)

Why do I even bother? The world is full of stupid lies,
Write this silly trash and it becomes another waste of time,
Perhaps someone will notice, of course nobody ever does,
It's just that we're ALL losers until we've "flown like the gods,"
This will be my last poem, I always promise myself it must be,
But eventually I cave and waste my time on another rhyme,
Fill the world with more useless verse that no one will ever read.

Will I ever stop being a failure?
Will there come a time that I do something right?

Cause right now...
I cant live like this.
Feeling this way...
Knowing how I am.

When all I seem to be is a child.
Unable to look after myself,
You shouldn't need to waste your time on me...
I waste enough of yours already.

Sorry I'm impossible to deal with...
I just hope I'm not too big a ***** up...
And you can still love me no different come morning.