babyflower

Wipe the tear stains off the pillow,
wipe the blood stains off the knife,
I do these motions in silence,
I need your arms tonight.

I run around so quietly,
Nobody knows my pain.
My thoughts of you are precious,
As the blood that flows like rain.

My time is running out,
And all because of you,
The things I had forgotten are back,
And this is all that I can do.

So say that you won’t need me,
I know that is a lie.
And when you say you’re sorry,
I know you mean goodbye.

Just love me, for who I am,
And not what I pretend to be,
Because when I’m around you,
I’m nothing but me.

 

Darkness fills a void in my heart,
so deep it hurts,
so I perform a dangerous art.
Even though I hunger and thirst,
for the day that I can turn away.

As he sits and waits in silence,
His stomach growls in fear,
He’s scared of what might happen,
if he let the world reveal his tears.

He doesn’t understand life,
so he smoke another joint,
And when he gets high enough,
he begins to be quite the sight; not caring about what’s right.

So he hides his every emotion,
in the depths of his cold fears,
and when the world revolves around him,
He smokes away his years.

Life without My Love
 

The echo rattles my brain,
of the thoughts that are disappearing,
that left cuts so deep,
in my soul.

The years are passing by,
Sometimes I don’t survive,
But as every day goes by,
You catch me before I drown.

You make it much easier,

When my wings have been ripped off,
and the wind carries me no longer,
you are my saviour.
 

My heart pains when you’re not here,
A life without love,
It’s a hard life.
But imma get through.

I can do this.
As others give in each day,
And I leave you, I cry goodbye.
I feel the need to come back to you.

You pull me like an anchor,
But the life preserver has been thrown,
And I hold on,
Hoping to get away.

Roots deep in the soil,
Leaves high in the air,
Branches stretching out,
all without a care.

Tulips in the garden,
Roses in a vase,
All the while, all alone,
Is a tree in the mist and haze.

Sticking out like a sore,
But beautiful as can be,
the flowers blossom in the spring,
Nobody appreciates what they see.

The end will come soon,
Tulips still in the garden; roses in a vase,
as the storm blows it down,
there’s nothing but firewood, in this mist and haze.

Do you know what its like to feel unloved? To feel like everyone hates you? Like no1 wants you around, that you're just some indivudual wasting someone better's air? I do. Do you know what its like to put on a smile in the morning and hope today isnt one of those days that goes bad again? One of those days where you write poems you're so depressed? Its not a good feeling.

& life is going back. Going back to when hurting myself was the only option. when attention was scarce and I wished I was litterally invisible.

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_{&If yur gunna lie,}
^{atleast do it well.}