The sky misses the sun at night

The cold darkness of the moon

turns sad.

Like a rainy day.

So you turn into a couch potato

and eat you way through life.

Shallow people. Disgusting, Fat. Call me names. People say "I wouldn't date her she's disgusting."
Fell hated no hope. Stomach sick. Want to bang my head. I thought I was good enough. They don't have to point out what I already know. I know I'm chubby no need to hurt me with your words. It's hard to believe that the one person that is nice to everybody gets picked on. Fat, ugly, gross, monster, *****, ****, ***. Am I really these things? I don't understand why I am. People judge to much. They hurt people that don't deserve to be hurt.. Word hurt end of story. Don't judge me by my waist but by the person I am inside.

I stumble in the darkness.
I try to see but I am blind from what is happening to me.
I cannot see.
I don't see the lies.
I don't see the stupidness of you love.
I stumble over everything.
When you say.
You love me I stumbled.
I keep coming back for more.
Wanting more.
After more.
Can't I just leave you here.
Can't I just forget.
Its like my memories keep playing back and forth.
In my messed up head.
Confused at the point of not coming out of it.
Sing me a love song one last time?

Am I an artist?
Am I a theft of art.
Is my personality artistic or not?
What is an artist?
Do I make funny shapes on the canvas?
Do I look at things differently?
Do I trace the words of paint?
Artist I am.
Poetry?
Yes
Paint?
Yes
Everything?
Possibility.

Love is said to much.
The word means a lot.
This life is love. No? Yes?
Love is a word.
Used to much.
Love you here.
Love you there.
Keeping the world spinning on a pin.
Going to cave in.
L-O-V-E is spelled less.
You ask me why?
Because letters today.
Less important the yesterday.
Love letter never send.
Love letter is more love. Than just moving you lips.
To the rhythm of L-O-V-e

Hating my self for feeling unloved.
Hating that people say I Love You to many times.
Hating when people cry about spilled milk.
Can't take it....................But I Have To.
Can't get out of here.
Can't make my life better.
Can't move an inch.
People complain about life.
People aren't thankful for what they have.
Sick of the complaining.
Sick of the sad stories.
Sick of You.
Can't take It get away from ME.
Leave me be. Did you get the hint?
No. Ha Ha Ha...........
You will never get the hint.
You are so blind by you sure stupidness.
You are blind and can see whats infront of you.
Im sick of you hurting her, Complaining that she's no good.
She does what she can. Not what she can't.
Do YOU get the hint know.
That we are better off without you?
Leave me be. Leave her be. Just leave disappear in to the abyss of my
Memories. Leave now. Run away. Get away from me.