Here I am again, crying. Laying on my bed with no hope, no joy and no happiness. Fuck it. Sometimes I feel like I just cant handle it. Life’s too much. But guess I have to hang in there. I don’t know why, or what for but maybe before I die, in the end, it will all make sense.
Poetry is not just spoken its written with the blood of open cuts, with rhymes that heal and memories that burn. Tragedies that stick and hearts broken and that will never mend. The words that come from my soul are forever burned in my cuts and are tragic memories that cannot heal. Take my breath away and give me new life. To start again and speak with new, cuts, burns, heartache and memories.
I am trying to give you all my love. Every single drop I put into your hand.. take it, cherish it, and give me your love back.
I feel as if I’m nothing but an empty shell walking upon this dreaded earth. No soul, no heart, no Passion, no joy. I’m useless. And until I die I will be useless. So kill me now and lay me in the ground, because, me, I’m nothing to you.
Be the one I can always count on, be the one I always call when I’m down, be the one to kiss me every morning, be my guy all year round, I need you there for me, to want to be with me more then anything. Find time to be with me, find time to talk to me. I find time for all of this, why? Because I love you. Now love me back.
Pain pain go away never come until I lay, upon a dark cold ground, rotting away. I see the darkness so black and cruel tearing out my heart handing to a mother with no clue. Can you see what you’ve done? Hurting me deep? Cutting into my heart, stepping on it with your feet? I’m afraid you don’t, don’t know the tragedy, I play it over in my head what sad lost story. But never again will share my love with you, even you beat me till I’m black and blue, with your hate you beat me. Your lies you burn me. Your words just hurt me please end this story. I say the last words and take them and leave, I loved you once and you gave up on me. Good bye.
I want him to want, to feel like he loves to be with me more then anything. I just don’t think that its gonna happen. Yes, I do feel like I’m a last resort. No, it doesn’t feel good but I guess I can only wish this would change
I woke up this morning with him on my mind. All I wanted was to be in his arms. Feel the warmth of him on me. Touch his lips against my lips. Feel the love between us. All I want is to feel him. His passion, his love, the steady beat of his heart as I lay upon his chest. I want to see the light in his eyes and happiness in his smile. I need to feel him. Feel his heart staring into my heart….I see you.