My true love is Dead as a door nail.
He falls for a girl the likes his best friend and him.
he says he she fell from heaven,
that she is the one for him.

She is playing him,
like a violin.
He can't see past the beauty in her.
but the cruel,
twisted,
awful person she truly is.

Don't be like me,
and let him fall,
for the evil inside that person.
Tell him the truth,
believe that they will listen,
and don't back down.
My true love is dead as a door nail.

I have a diferent personality
and no one gets that
they all just think im weird
and odd
i even bet that you do to
because no one likes me
what i writte
what i say
what i do
doesnt harm anybody
but it seems that no one like what i do
no one likes my poems
no one likes me
for me
she did
unless that was a lie to
and they all thik im anoying
but i dont care
im crazy so what
but no one likes that aparently
someone who is diferent
i have a diferent personality
a different mind
but they all dislike me
those who are reading this
if you knew me
i bet you wouldn't

Pain is a problem,
It hurts the heart,
It hurts the sole,
It hurts to get up,
It hurts to be outside.

You say love is pain,
Love kills the weak,
love is the source of pain.

The one in your head,
That one guy that makes to daydream,
look at the clouds,
Write poetry about love,
and then you realize he doesn't love you.

So i wrote this poem to give you a clue,
love maybe fun,
but it's your worst nightmare.

In a whisper in a sigh
in a dream that flashes by
i can see you deep whithin
i childhood memory growing thin
in a flicker of an eye
in a heart that aches to cry
i can hear your words of love
as you soar to the heavens above
in a whisper in a sigh
i hold your hand as time goes by
i see the pain i try to hide
to protect my heart by your side
in a mind that searches why
whithin the monster needs to hide
to find the answeres to start to heal
to halt this cutting pain i feel
whith a tear in my eye
whith fresh hope i search high
for one last chance to sit awhile
to view your face, your laugh, your smile
and in a whisper
i realize
ill never

When you want to scream,
When you want to shout,
When you tell someone that there overrated,
When that one person just wont stop killing you inside.
The pressure,
the killing,
The stress.

Stress

Be a pineapple
Stand up tall
Wear a crown
And be sweet
on the inside