That's what I was for them,
a doll to play with,
a doll to throw away when unwanted
and take back when needed
I got angry,
they pretended to be nice,
I let them do what they like,
but again they made me the doll
Never was my feelings considered
What feelings could a doll have,
they might have thought
Not their fault cause I stood there,
for years being their doll,
even when I could have ran,
I didn't
But now I am going to,
I no longer will be the doll,
go find a new one to play with and throw around

She bled not through the holes in her,
but through the lines she wrote
She let it all out
emptying herself of pain,
devoid of emotions
The paper took it all from her,
her true companion
listened to her all day long,
comforted her,
and finally was burned in the fire
along with her own blood.

I did it first
She copied mine
But hers was better

It ******, it felt terrible
to see her get all the credit
Maybe it was just jealousy

But still it hurt!

There are days when she calls
And I just don't wanna talk
There are days when I wanna talk
but she doesn't
I just realized maybe she gets tired too

Tired of being a mom

They love to see you cry,
They would sing praises for you
and jump around with joy.
But only until their thirst is quenched
and belly is filled.

They all pretend to love your tears,
Until the moment they realize
you aren't gonna stop soon.
Why are you crying, They would ask,
Don't you know your tears bring us pain?

When your tears overflow,
They would curse you out for your existence.
Some would beg the heavens above to make you stop,
Some would cry along with you,
Clever ones find a way to sell the pain you caused.

And if you suddenly decide to stop crying forever,
When you realize its not worth wasting your tears,
You will still be cursed.
You will be condemned for the attitude you put up,
You will be criticized for the lives that you destroyed.

Still there will be some,
Who would try to please the Gods to see your tears,
Who would make news out of your unshed tears.
Lives are lost either way,
You will be blamed either way.

You can choose a middle ground,
Cry until when you are needed to
and then stop when they ask you to.
But the tears are yours alone,
So should be right to decide.

Oh dear world, hear me preach!
You asked me what are we, Let me tell you
There isn't a word that can summarize us
We are best friends,
We fight together, dance together, party together, play together
We steal glances, the world becomes air when we are together ,we hug, we steal kisses too,
Friends don't do that,
But we aren't just friends,
You aren't just a boyfriend too
We aren't just a gay couple like the world calls us,
We are each other's best partner, each other's home and comfort,
Each other's everything
Now tell me a word that explains it all
I couldn't find one in the dictionary
So we would rather remain in a no definition-relation
Than one which doesn't do justice to it

A walking disaster,
I was named
From birth, it's all I ever heard
They feared being with me
What if I pull them all down with me, Cause of this cursed luck of mine?
Anyone who ever came near said the same

You were the first who asked,
"Will you ever be you if you changed",
Instead of the usual words they threw at me, that cut straight through my heart
You bandaged that bleeding heart and held it tight,
Within your strong embrace

With you I was no longer a disaster
You told me I am so much more
Than what they all ever said
If that's true, then why did you leave me too?
Was my bad luck too much to bear, that you had to runaway from me without even saying a goodbye?
Didn't I deserve a goodbye from you atleast?