I should not have to be dying
For you to believe my distress
I shouldn't have to scream
In order for you to listen
I should not have to break
In order to feel the weight
If I die will you still think im okay?

“The pain of having it might be better than thee pain of losing it”
You said as you gripped onto the glass shard in your hand
“It used to be something else before it broke.”
You say not knowing what to do with it anymore
If the shard of glass only serves you pain it’s not worth holding onto
Let go
You have to let go

I miss when you were kinder to me
So i cling on to the memory of you
When you hurt me
I'll come back
Because im just a ******* dog

Lonely but not alone
Or
Alone but not Lonely

The volume is maxed out
I thought it would drown out my thoughts
Yet somehow it made them worse
I need everything to shut up

I smelled your hoodie last night
It smelled like the laundry soap you always used
And a bit of coconuts
Like the smell of your now short hair
The hoodie doesn't even fit me
I'm a size medium
I just wanted something to remind me of you
Just in case
Just in case

She was a poet
And a artist
She played piano for 2 years
But quit
Because she hated it
No no that wont sound good on a application
Maybe...What about this:
Shes a poet
Who knows how to cry (professionally) and has been doing it for more than a a decade
An artist who never creates masterpieces
And with a lot of experience with quitting

Dear Loneliness,
I don't write letter very often
But since you cling to me like a shadow, I’ll give in.
You're always there,
You scatter those I love like leaves in a storm.
You never leave me
And those who tried to stay
Are gone
Yet you remain
Watching me sob at the night
I feel so lonely but am I really alone?
Dear Loneliness, though I curse at your name, you're the one who stayed
                                                                        Sincerely
                                                                                               Thirty Nine

Im sure time heals
But at the moment
What will help
Is a real ******* apology

Death doesn’t discriminate
It’ll **** the richest man in the world
When he’s 53
It’ll **** the president
When they are 87

But death doesn’t discriminate
It’ll also **** the single mom
When she was only 33
And the little boy that played down the street
When he was only 7

“This is happiness”
You said with such pride
And if that’s true
I rather be sad my whole life
Than feeling your ***** touch on my body again.

Then lets be bad poets together
Eating grapes
Under the dark sun
And above the bright stars

"All parents are like this"
You said annoyed at your child's 'sensitivity'
Then wonder why your child wont become a mother or father
They won't risk becoming the thing they fear