Help
Why do they care about me so?
My emotions fit in all the wrong spaces
By darkest, I am driven
To think bad thoughts
To say horrible words
To do terrible things
Go away
Leave me be
I can't take this
Then I'll leave
Forever
After my happiest day

“We both know how you are with reading into things.” Well... yeah.
I’m a ******* poet;
How else am I gonna figure out what to write about?

"Your body is ruined" he says,
"because it has been touched by another man's hands"
before his.
Ask him how many woman's bodies have
his hands ruined,
and,
what is wrong,
in his mind,
with a man's hands that only know
how to ruin a woman's body,
rather than
love it.

to feel is to
be human

to be human
is to live

and to live
is to go through life
its challenges
the ups and downs

the silhoutte
of a roller coaster
which either
makes you fret or bet

yet i am
i am tired
exhausted
of it all

feeling aches
in my heart
from memories
of neglect

what a catatonic
person i am
to even still feel
such an outburst

all at once

cobwebs yawn at worn out corners
shame will sing my whispers warn
fireflies fade in burning bulbs as
memory-making wings are torn

forever's filthy broken promise
lash the back of wounded past
marooned upon my stepping stone
where lucent limbo never lasts

i’ll ignore the worn out corners
turn my back on fading light
as cobwebbed feathers fight the fall
my patchwork wings intent on flight