Disgusting
Unpleasant
Rotting
Selfish
Materialistic
Disrespectful­
Weak
Desperate
Rude
Arrogant
Controlling
Racist
Deceitful
Vermin­ous

My hand trembles with the weight of the quill pressed between my fingers,
Each stroke an ever so remarkable miracle.
For my strength falls weak as I strive to write even more.
Though the ink has long since dried up, and all I am left with are scratches on a blank page.
Perhaps the fault does not lie within the weary pen itself,
But instead with the unstable hand that holds it.

Kissing ***, left and right
Feeding on the weak, feeding them sweet nothings
Makes you wonder if they can mean anything truly sweet

Kissing ***, up and down
Feeding on the weak, feeding them fake respect
Makes you wonder if they can truly respect anything

We never stopped inflicting
The wounds our grandparents gave us
They withheld the inventing
Despite dulled knives
And cold summers
Running their course through weakened veins
And softening our skin into old newspaper

You're too much of a coward to admit the truth,
what happened between us was nothing new,
But you're a weak man,
And therefore you can't stand,
By my side, no,
Please just go,
You're not a lion baby,
Just scared, and kinda shady,
Like a newborn lamb,
You'll be slaughtered when they understand,
I'm not crazy and you're a liar,
I hope your words get dragged through the fire,
And brought to the light for how wrong they were,
That you get everything you deserve,

You're so weak,
Not the man you pretend to be,
But I see you or who you really are,
And that scares you so much, you tried to run far,
To get away from the truth in my eyes,
That see through all your lies,
So this is goodbye, Babe,
And this time, There's nothing left to say,

You're a man with no morals,
And the way you treated me was horrible,
Couldn't admit you loved me,
Where anyone could see,
I was the side *****,
And that's no way to live,
So I'm done with your games,
That you like to play,
Have fun in your world so plastic,
It's gotta be ******* toxic,
And I hope you choke on your lies,
As I walk away one last time,
You called me weak once,
But you're a liar, so here's the truth,

You're the one who's weak,
Not the man you pretend to be,
But I see you or who you really are,
And that scares you so much, you tried to run far,
To get away from the truth in my eyes,
That see through all your lies,
So this is goodbye, Babe,
And this time, There's nothing left to say.

all my life I have had my kindness been taken advantaged of,
through friends,
classmates
and strangers.

for the longest time I saw this as a sign of weakness,
that people would forever walk over me because of my kindness,

but it is not a sign of weakness,
it is a sign of loyalty,
bravery,
compassion
and so much more.

kindness is not a weakness,
only those who use you for your kindness are simply too weak to find solace within their own hearts.

Why do we have to tolerate so much
When multiple escapes are thrown at us everyday

Why is it seen as self destruction to give in to one of those escapes
Why do we have to choose between the silent stabs
And the public white flag

Why do we consider using an escape as a white flag
Why do we have to give up in order to be completely numb

We might always feel numb
But we never are
We strive to be numb

Having feeling is supposed to be the strongest trait
But when it reflects so poorly on itself
Why aren't we allowed to be weak

Why do we have to condemn the glares of disappointment
Even though we just need a hand
A hand that we will never reach out for

Why does each eye provide an impact that further pushes us
Waiting on the porch
Rocking chair now steady
Sewing a rip in a jacket
The rip never seems to mend as the needle is drawn to our finger

As sleep overcomes me,
my unsteady hands loosen their grip on the locket
and it slides through my fingers
and falls to the ground.