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Zach Gordon Jan 2013
I'm sick of this empty sympathy.
It's the small things that count like the gift you gave me.
Uncle, if you can hear me
I just want to thank you for caring.

It's got everybody feeling sorry for me
but I don't want a ******* pity party
What more can you ask of me?
I'm so ******* sick of apathy.
This is a long paragraph, but it explains a lot about this poem. I was diagnosed with diabetes when I was  12 years old.  While sitting in the hospital scared and upset many friends and family came to visit and everyone had the same thing to say, "I'm sorry," but it seemed so apathetic. I remember thinking that I would have rather they just didn't say anything, because I was sick of it. My uncle who died two ears ago from cancer came to visit me and I remember him walked through the doors of the room the hospital had me staying in and he just had a grin on his face and he handed me a bag of sugar-free candy, I didn't even know they made sugar-free candy, and he gave me a hug and said he loved me. That meant the world to me, I'm ******* holding back tears just typing this right now.  Sugar-free candy has these things in them called Sugar Alcohols, which at the time we didn't know what they would do to me.  Turns out that if you aren't used to them they will just give you bad diarrhea.  He didn't know that, and when he found out there was sugar alcohol he immediately felt guilty about it, and on his deathbed I was visiting him for one of the last times and he decided to apologize to me for giving me that candy, because he thought it could have killed me.  Seeing how much pain he was in and he still apologized to me destroyed me, I tried so hard to tell him how much that meant to me, but I couldn't get the words out through crying.  Even if that candy would have killed me, I would have died happy knowing people loved me.  It truly is the thought that counts and I know he was thinking about me. I just pray he knows that. I love and miss that dude and I regret far to often I didn't tell him that.  This poem is just a small amount of what I was feeling that day.
Zach Gordon Jan 2013
The line between what's real and fake is starting to break you.
First breath's stating something
Next breath's contradicting.

And you're always exaggerating
I don't know how to take you seriously.

You've cried wolf one time too much,
now you're acting like you're stuck in a rut.

You want something from me?
I've got nothing to give.
Stop lying you sad *******.
Zach Gordon Jan 2013
You're not fooling anyone
So smart, don't need school
Babies turned to men
Coming to you for my answers

Do I look cool?
Is my hair right?
Band tees, camo pants
Don't want to be mocked tonight

You're a joke
Following trends
Be yourself
Or you'll never have friends
I love punk/******* music, and the scene is great, but people need to stop trying so hard.  When I joined the scene I was the kid who didn't fit in because I didn't look like everyone else, but that's why they accepted me, because I didn't try. If you fake it, and you do have a lot of friends, they know the fake you, and that **** will come out one day, and you'll be known as the dude or chick who is nothing but a fake. This song is sarcastic towards people like that. BE YOU!
Zach Gordon Jan 2013
Empty promises
Lack of connection
It's been awhile since we've spoken

Voice fading in the distance
Thinking back on the memories

That's all they are
***** and rusted
Lying on the bookshelf
Useless and dusted
Zach Gordon Jan 2013
I'm bringing an end to this.
You have restored my innocence.
All was lost. And nothing was found.
I will stand in confidence

Hope is found in you.

I am on my knees,
Seeking your face.
And when I shake.
I'm covered by grace.

Hope is found in you.

I never deserved you
But you found me worthy.
Zach Gordon Jan 2013
Social media
Can't escape
Deleted friends
Don't like you

You cheated
You hurt me
I loved you
You ****** him

Heartache won't end
Tried to fill the gap
Can't stop picturing you on his lap

You're gone
I'm done
*******
**** him
Zach Gordon Jan 2013
Celibacy
My friends think I'm crazy
Purity
A task hard to achieve

***
It's so blinding
Lust
Always struggling

STDs
I've escaped
Babies
Not on the way

Happy
That I can see
Carefree
Judge me

Fun
Found differently
Waiting
Until I'm married
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