"casue" poems
blood red romance
take me away
the razor hath slain
blood did stain
dripping emotions
seeping out of skin
old scars broken
new ones begin
if you look close
you can see
the dark mark on my jeans
hides blood underneath
put down pile up
makes me feel ****** up
i realize i messed up
and thats when i cut up
mental relief
that feels so sweet
the pressure is off
for a little cost
just a sharp razor
that i keep close
the mini rush i feel
cannot be matched
my mental stability
is not what it seems
casue it feels so good
having blood ooze in streams
hiding the pain
thats actaully inside
let my have my metal
so i can go and hide
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 11:22 PM UTC
Put the past behind us
it's over now
differentiatie the lies from the truth
solemn sorrow
hide your faults
show your talents
better yet
show your faults
and let them laugh
casue only you know
the fire deep within
reckoning the winds
drizzle the lies with more lies
sugarcoat it to sound good
once upon a time
I used to believe
only fools believe
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 12:57 PM UTC
your there, i try to be invisable
i cant take it
your there smileing casue you see me
i turn around
you call out my name and laugh
i shiver and turen back around
you smile that smile again
and i walk over
your smile its inviting
i get there and you stick your knife of words in my cheast
i breath, and turn and walk away
i go to the bathroom and cry
its happeing again
i take my pencil and scrtch the surface of scars that had finaaly healed
they crack open
i take my rist band and slide it over
nobody will know
i will live in scilence
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
What if, you loved me?
Would you hold my hand and walk down the street
Daring anybody to mess with our love?
What if you wanted me?
would you call me up every night
Just Cause you wanted to hear my voice
What if you tried to forget me?
Would you go through the emotions
And cry and curse the sky
These questions to you are not what if's for me
I would take your hand and walk down the street
and defend our love
I would call you every night casue your voice is music
I have tried to forget you and look where it has gotten me
Messed up emotionally
No, there are no what if's for me
The only what if? I have is
What if I never met you?
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
It fills me with apathy.
for a love that cannot be.
A reality we must force ourselves to see.
And a choice we must make to live happily.
Despite this strife that plagues our life.
Its time to sit down and lose this fight.
Cause we’re out of ways to make that plight.
I will forever feel that love when I look onto your eyes but must know that its not right.
So this is what I will do,
pick up the pieces of my heart that were broken and smashed a million times by you.
Let the pieces take their time to fall into place,
so once again I have a base,
from which to stand from which to dive,
so I can feel alive and re learn to thrive.
I don’t wanna know what it feels like that final time you go.
Casue I imagine it being the lowest of low.
I guess that’s why im still holding on,
to that little part of you that makes me feel strong.
And gives me some reason to carry on,
for the hope that we might one day be together.
In a realm beyond forever,
I cant settle right now for ‘never’ and yet the latter is too far away,
it scares me to know the opposite has to be the way
I will be creating my experience in this day to day,
meanial existence.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
we use to hate echother
i was there when you need me the most
i need you the most and your trying not to be there for me
how can i trust you?
how can i be there for you when you fall on your face?
i dont understand i helped you in every way
but i get shut out when i need it
thats not a firend
thats not being true
its not being real
i needed you and your not here
you will need me but i wont be there casue your buring our brige
we've know echother for bout 3 years now.....
how can you do that
its not my fualt im going threw this
its not my fualt
i cry
i scream
i hold the razor to my wrist wanting to let the deep red soil
flow out of my vains
i fight it
i fight my demons alone
i thought we were firends
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Don t mask yourself with lies and hurtful words. Bring people up rather then down. Look within your self before you judge. The words you say can casue more pain then bullet to the heart. The negative words you say is likes cancer that never goes way.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Don t mask yourself with lies and hurtful words. Bring people up rather then down. Look within your self before you judge. The words u say casue more pain then bullet to the heart. The negative words you say is likes cancer that never goes way.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC