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Promised to be nice to you. I was harsh to you. Promised to always be there. I left you to the lizards. Promised I'd protect you. I let them trip you. Promised I'd never vent at you.
You are memorable, because you were different. Past tense. I am forgettable because I am the same. Present. ...hardly a gift but current nonetheless. You were one I wanted to believe.
never felt so lonely. never felt so unwanted. never felt comfortable in my own skin. never stopped wishing I was someone else. never will stop loving the wrong guys.
Little boy blue. Doesn't really have a clue. Wants to play his transparent games. Rise up the ranks for hollow fame. Little boy blue. I know all about you. How you twist and cry.
Should I stay or should I go Or shall I just go with the flow You may fade, you may grow If you never try you never know Hide or make myself stand proud Be outside or join the crowd Keep it in or cry...
You never think about how close you are to being a grown up until its almost here. To me graduation and jobs and everything was so far away,distant and nothing to worry about.
If I knew how much you'd have meant to me, I would've spent time to take in every detail of your face.
Your young still, my dear child There's a world ahead of you You have yet to see it all So don't you rush on through We know you want to be adult And able to do as you please But slow yourself a...
Not having to speak to someone Not having to stare into their cold eyes and listen to their useless talk.
saying goodbye to the years gone by. spent in the same place. as a whole group we taste. getting farewell notes, weeping inside,. the past is the past.
Fear me, I'm the madman. And I'll do silly things. Like trying to get on in life. Whilst flying without wings. Hear me, I'm the music man. And I play awesome drums. Until I'm up on my mind's stage.
I know that you are up there, guiding me through my trials and tribulations. If only I knew who you are, and where, I would give you my altercations. Are you fate, or are you my savior.
Some days are Blue you're down and out Nothing is worth smiling about Some days are Red you're ready to shout All of your anger needing to spout Some days are Grey you're clouded by haze Not...
Ask me what I'm thinking, Ask me who I am. Ask me if I've lost my mind, Of sanity, I'm not a fan. I can assure you, you don't know me, So please don't assume a thing.
This is not a poem. Sorry.:/ when I get angry I write instead of rant. What do you think. :) Why do you have to be better at everything.
Dear self, You are once again living under the influence of a fantastical delusion and hurting someone else in the process, whereby the outcome will not be good.
This must be growing up Because I've lost The sparkle from my eyes, The radiance from my skin, The joy from my heart, The light from within.
I confess, Again, I have reverted to attempting a 'Chemical Cosh' to numb the inner demons of emptiness.
I looked upon the sky this night, the stars were such a pretty sight, But then my eyes found something strange, I saw it from a "far-away" range, It was a big black star, it was like heaven's...
Write here, and write away the careless sighs in your story of devastation. You could do away with a little less on your shoulders now.
Mirror mirror on the wall,. I see my reflection as my tears start to fall,. Mirror mirror on the door,. I look at that face I used to adore,. Mirror mirror in my hand,.
When you take away my ego The tender spots The knowing sins The behaviours The plastic spirituality And slightly affected virtue there's Just arsehole.
I consist of roses and thorns, a bit of both, something beautiful some seem to scorn,.
In a whirlwind of numbness, there is nothing but madness this pen is my release, the ink it is my blood everything I see and everything I do haunts my life, my everyday it tells me I am...