Poetry is stuck to me
Like barnacles stick
To a ship permanently
Barnacally feeding by
Filtering the particles within
My brain from the oceanic
Water they are
Modified  to sustain
Numerous crustaceans
Stuck inside my mind,
Rhyming words floating
With feathery appendages
Some sticking permanetely
From time to time
Yes, poetry  a sea creature
With a shell that has fastened
Itself tightly to my brain
On a never ending poetic
voyage I will joyously sustain

Who the hell do you think you are?
How dare you judge me.
You don't know me
You don't understand my story
Make me angry, I dare you
See who I am when I do not pretend to be happy
Stop telling me what to do or who to be
Do you think I'm stupid?
I'm some imbecile who doesn't understand what I am doing to myself?

I'm dying slowly
From the inside out
I am choosing to die rather than letting someone else
   make that decision
   for me
Those last minutes subtracted from my life
Those seconds I permanetely erase from my time as I inhale
   each puff of smoke into my lungs
None of that matters
Who says I will live long enough to feel the regret of those lost moments?

So who the **** do you think you are?
Don't tell me how I am killing myself
Stop telling me that this is bad, or unhealthy, or disgusting
Quit explaining to me that I am taking my own life away
I know that I am doing that

Instead
   Ask me why
   Ask me why I am doing all of this
   Then save me
   Please save me

I never wanted the fairy tail wedding
until I met you
suddenly it was the gorgeous wedding on the beach
a beatiful white gown that flowed like the waves of the ocean
you at the end of the white carpet
my king waiting anxiously to share the kiss of our new begining
but just as the wind,
our plans were blown away by the hurricans of our past and present
and in a matter of days we were forced back into reality
the fairy tail yanked right out of our hands
now we're trapped,
forced to have to walk through the cruel world,yet again
the dove with the permanetely clipped wings