Why be me?
Why be the victum as you call me?
Why try to still get you to see me.
You never will in the state you are in..cold dark place surrounded by your minions that whorship you for they get to bask in your good side..
Its all i ever  all i ever wanted and you took it away..
You tell me im heartless and cold yet you dont see me crying for you daily cause the man i fight for loved me so much he would have never spooke the words to me you have over and over..
You got what you broke my heart for..your freedom your choice to do as you please..no respondablities for anyone but you..yet you choose the hard path and ill forever be blamed for it..
I still fight evertime we talk for you to see me and you call me heartless because i point out the facts..
You call me cold when i speak the way you do to people.
Im mean when i dont hide the way i feel..
The fact that you do not see me for the woman that i truley am shows me things that i didnt want to face..
Im not heartless im the oppsite i have too much heart for you i care too much and its comes out in a way u cant handle.Im cold cause words never let you see how much my hands are shaking and my tears are blinding me you forgot who i am..as i forgot who you are cause the man i love so deeply would have never let me think the worst of him and be okay with it..the man i put up so high on a mountain to admire would have never thought of touching another woman before me...never talked to me the way you do as if me of all people were out to get you..
The man i love would have never left me alone scared of the world knowing im scared of the dark..but you did for your chance of having freedom and many woman to make himself feel bigger..when all he had to do was look deep in my eyes to know i thought he ruled the world..he was my everything and it wasnt enough..now im punsihed daily when im me or i get too emonational because it causes him pain and i become the cruel one for being me..its best i know to step away from him but my heart still beats beside him and i feel empty..

Y Is It Wen U Find The Right One U Eaither Lose Them Or They Lose U..
As U Tell Them You Love Them
As U Tell Them You Care
They Sit And Say The Oppsite Of What U What U Want To Be Said..
Yes U Love Them
Yes You Care For Them
You Would Even Give Your Life For Them
But Would They
Your Not Shore Thats Why You Scared
To Fall In To A Deep Love Wich
You No You Cant Get Out Of
So What Is Love?
-Giovanii Moreno

I have always wanted love, always wanted trust,
Have always wished for a person to care.
But alas my heart is made of rust,
And I'm a pervert being not rare…

This is all sad,
No love no life,
Dreaming of things I never would have or had,
Inside the ribcage hurt as with a knife…

Many times I wonder for my sakes,
Why did I become such a torn?
There are lots of mistakes,
But none are compared to me being born…

I have always wished to hug a friend,
And give a hand to lend,
Feel the circle of love and trust, and smile,
Bit I am nothing… nothing but a useless garbage pile…

I have always dreamed of having trust.
Of having people rely on me,
But I'm made of lust,
With one thing in mind, "I'm free."

My life makes me cry,
Everything in me is wild and ******,
I was given one big lie,
"You would be forever happy."

The girls I spot attract my thoughts and me,
I have nothing to do, I hate it,
I wish and want to let them be,
But my sinful eyes always want to stare a bit…

There are many borders,
Many that we can't cross there and here,
The mind gives us ideas and orders,
Which we never fear…

Let them be a thought to ****,
A thought to crime,
A thought to make your mind go ill;
Yes, nothing we fear… alas my mind reached the time…

My mind orders me to reach out,
But I hold on tight,
There's always a rout,
With a struggle and a fight…

"Why no one trusts?
Why no one listens either,
I dont want any lusts,
All I want is a bad mind neither."

These words are long ago forgotten,
They existed, helped, but now are rotten.
No one trusts me anymore,
I was pure and golden before, but now I'm a useless nasty *****…

All my smiles and creativity,
Zoomed off to trash and "simplicity".
My heart, my mouth, never missed a needing face,
But alas, my heart turned as spiky as a mace…

My face has a smirk, my eyes only show the dark,
My mouth is a b*tch,
In my reflection I search for a spartk,
But already my mouth cursed me to the oppsite of golden and rich…

I give up being good,
Before I feared being rude,
Now I struggle to have a happy mood,
I'm not trusted, it's done, now I'm only a bit more happy in my hood.…

Trust and love is always rare,
Fun and prises, always looks like a fare,
I can say only one thing as at the darkness I stare,
"It always ends with me ignoring to care…"



-Mishka Wayz"