Don't give your heart to a broken girl
You'll have to see all her flaws and madness
You'll see nothing but all her tears
You'll hear nothing but silence
She'll waste all your time without talking
Loving her will not be worth it.

Keep your head up high
Because you never know
What you might find.

Keep your heart closed
Because the right person,
Will be able to penetrate,
it.

Don't speak of love,
until you are completely,
sure that it really is love
both ways. Sometimes
you might love someone
or be in love with someone,
who's never in love with you.

Everything that I have loved have lied
And every dove has died.
Every shove, i have sighed.
And every time, i want to die.
         Least that phase passes.

been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!

As I sat in a room full of hundreds,
   crying and shaking and remembering,
I fully realized that
I am not my pain...
I am not what happened to me...
I am not what she did to me...
I am more than my depression.
I am more than my suicide attempt.
I am more than my ******.
**I am still here.

Sleep evades me,
My dark surly bonds,
To my old acquaintance,
Holds on tight,
Imperishable,
Insosmnia,
Is truly the writers
Affliction

When the bell chimes,
The casket prepared,
Remember times,
When you cared.

Cry not for my soul,
Be glad for I am fine,
I will be perfectly whole,
When it comes time.

Don't remember me,
Erase me from your mind,
For you will eventually see,
That you will always be in mine.

Don't stand at my grave,
Memories eventually fade,
There's nothing left to save,
I will be bounded by palisades.

The palisades known as time.

Why do poets always write about love,
As though it is filled with beauty,
As though there aren't grey clouds above,
And to live and love is human's duty.

Why do poets always write about heartbreak,
As though a heart so filled with void,
Could somehow be expressed of how it aches,
And thoughts of what could be is fully employed.

Why do poets not talk about how life is wonderful,
That love is not a necessary part to life,
That we in all our essence make Earth beautiful,
And that love doesn't start with the word wife.

Why must poets colour coat the beautiful world,
And take away from the blue serene skies,
Ignoring nature and all the art it has hurled,
Filling our head with hollywood dreams and lies

I am now in my second decade,
And I'm starting to notice how things fade,
I have grown a darker shade,
Threw away the arm scarring sharp blade,
I guess it comes with age.
My second decade should start a new page,
Set lights on a new stage,
And I have learnt a lot in my twenties,
Than I did in my teenage years.

When I was a teenager,
I would listen to friends talk of ***,
From future girls to *** with the ex,
It was just an amalgamation of nonsense,
Because it always felt against my conscience,
I treasured something deeper,
I treasured love.

All my childish mind ended abrupt,
When I learnt of this beautiful thing "LOVE",
But in my twenties I learnt,
To never say "I love you" too easily,
Even if it may come ease to me,
Because without forethought it will hurt.
I learnt that love is as quite fleeting,
if it is not with the correct person,
But I also learnt that it's just
One step closer to the right person.
I started to embrace heartbreak,
Adored the idea of heartache,
Because it just meant I'm closer,
Closer to mrs Star Gazer.

In my twenties I had the company,
of my close friend for my first real heartbreak,
She somehow patched up the ache,
And made me laugh which is difficult for me.
She felt like a lifesaver,
Sweet candy to the heart,
Because I found myself feeling lost when we were apart,
But I have just recovered from a broken heart,
And there's still a cast surrounding that part,
But it's been healing....

It won't trust anyone other than her,
But if she's not the one,
I know that I will be thankful for her,
For I know I can trust someone.

Kind heart, listening ear and a sense of humour,
My days will never ever get any gloomer.

She made me feel love,
only to drown me in depression.