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If I showed you who I was, would you cringe?
Would you laugh in my darkness?
Would I regret myself?

If I showed you my scars, would you stare?
Would they glow with shame?
Or fade into who I am, that being okay?

If I showed you my eyes, would you see my soul?
Would you find nothing there, like he did?
Or would you see the flame I saw in you?

If I let my tears flow, would you know why?
Would you tell me that I didn’t make sense?
Or would you know all to well what each salty tear represents?

If I showed you myself, and all that I am,
Would I finally understand it myself?
Would you make me feel whole?

If I showed you who I was,
If I showed you who I am,
Would you show me the same of you?

he moved her
like a cigarette
between his fingers
both made him feel good
he let her in
and felt things
he never quite understood
but when he's done
like a cigarette
he'll simply turn her off.

My best poem'll be my suicide note
the very last thing I ever wrote
a goodbye to those who don't even care
but those I love, because life's unfair.
But this ain't it it's not good enough
but I swear one day I write the right stuff
and it'll be goodbye to the whole world
and so comes the darkness, black wings unfurled

You rised, you brought hope.
You gave light to every dark corner.
As you continued rising,
The darkness begin despising.
A few people accepted the challenge,
To fight their darkness.
Some failed, some succeeded.
As you begin to slowly die down,
We got scared.
Scared of the monsters that were getting ready.
To begin the torture,
And so they leered around.
Waiting for more souls and minds.
Kids cried and ask "why did you leave me?"
You gave no response ...
So at the end, their hopes were crushed.
All the trust lost, forever gone.
So sun, why did you go away?
And sway away back to the end of the bay.

A month when I felt like dying,
Everyday, endless crying.
It was a so hard,
Harder than pork lard.
My rippled heart stood at guard,
Fighting the tears as you passed.
The amount of maybes ,
Could have caused me rebbies.
I never want to go back there,
Not even at a high fair.