What if I'm unlovable?
Maybe I'm too much to handle
Maybe it's not that easy
to hold my hand
I'm not always positive
and I'm always lazy
I can spend hours doing nothing
I don't always have motivation
I don't take the garbage out on time
Sometimes I forget to turn off the lights
There are a lot of things
that get on my nerves
I can be mean when I'm angry
or hungry
I don't always think straight
when I'm frustrated
It's hard for me to control my tears
when I'm sad
I'll let me alarm ring for half an hour
and I'll stay up till 5am
I'm not the best with making first impressions
My humour is too sarcastic
Sometimes I downplay
how much I love people
I've never really been an affectionate person
yet I expect affection from others
Maybe I'm not lovable
Maybe I'm not enough
Not worth fighting for
It's not worth it to go through high waters
to win my forgiveness
My feelings are too much to take care of
It's easier to let me go
It's easier to turn around and walk away
It's easier not to love me
It's easier to forget me

My life would be so much easier
If you would drop dead.
I was laying in bed last night thinking
And that thought just popped in my head.

I want to beat you to death with a blunt object.

I want to grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your ribcage in.

I want to sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the lead ends in your mouth, and punch the erasers.

I want to strap you to a bed of nails and then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake.

I want to burn your dog in front of you, mix his ashes with gunpowder, melt his bone-shaped name tag into a small metal ball, load it all into a musket, and shoot you in the face with him.

I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and then somehow not survive a small fender ****** on the way back from the hospital.

I am trapped here,
within the confines
of you.

This metal cage
you have me locked in,
your protection...

It's smothering me,
killing me,
sending me to my grave.

You seem to have lost the key somewhere
in your belief that you are right.
and that I am wrong.

"live! live!" you cry, whilst
i sit here, dying.
because this is killing me

I could be cliche,
tell you why the caged bird sings,
because of her dreams and hopes.

that despite her hardships,
she's happy, because she
still can sing

but what good will it do
if the caged bird only lies
and cries in her bed at night
when no one can hear her

The truth is
the caged bird dies
every time, because
she never learns to fly.

Dishonoring a woman’s
       Vulnerability
       Will cause her
    To sealed  her heart
Like a flower exposed
  In the scorching heat
      And I pledge
It will be impenetrable
To redeem her bloom
Once you’ve proven
You cannot be trusted
      Be the heart
       That lights
    Another heart
Share your heart songs
   With compassion
        Diversely
      Don’t share it
            At all