Did I do something wrong?
Say something?
Say nothing?

{She’s replaced you}
[You weren’t hers in the first place]

Did I miss something she said?
Miss my chance at something new?
I miss the feeling of feeling sometimes.

Listen, I know you’ll never see this
But I’m sorry for whatever I did
And even if it was nothing
I still would’ve lied having lunch with you
Just so you know

I can see a world tainted by my blood
crimson or black depending on
where you stand
or how you see it

Ripping open old wounds hurts more
brings back memories
makes me awake
makes me bleed

its funny how blood can be running from your arm in a fountain of pain and yet people won't say a word because they don't know what to say
its funny that even though my arm hurts, i keeping picking at it to remind myself what it felt like 2 seconds ago

why do people seem to think
because they do Seem to think

because my arms bleed
i want attention
because my arms bleed
i don't want to share
because my arms bleed
i can't be happy
...

Nothing really hurts anymore.
Except for my crimson tears.

I told myself  I should take some time to figure myself out

What I don’t really understand is that I thought that meant without you

I’ll be there for you,

Even while I’m breaking down;
I’ll be there, for you

God could rain wrath upon your home yet
I’ll be there for, you.

Miles can split us apart but know that
I’ll be there, for you.

And I know, that no matter what happens
You’ll be there for me too.
Always.

I woke up.

I saw you, smiled, and then never wanted to see you again.

I'm sorry.

The voices were just too loud.

So I had to go back to sleep.

VOICES
Hey!
VOICES
Could everyone please keep it down?
VOICES
Does anyone want to listen?
VOICES
Do you have a minute?
VOICES
Never mind. It's nothing.
VOICES
MAKE
IT
STO-
Silence.

I sit by my piano, the sorrowful notes climb through the air, as my wishes gently fall to sleep.
Through the mirror I see scars of memories past, and though I can’t quite feel them, I know they are real.
Now I see you, laying there, cold and gone, warm and lifeless, strong and thin, weak and dead.
Could I just have one more day with you by my side? To make you see why you shouldn’t leave, cause girl without you, I can’t see the good in me, and I just want to be where you are...

Just the other day,  I saw you in a dream world,
You said that you missed me, and all I could do was cry,
Because I know you aren’t coming back, not until I leave,
So I’ll sit and wonder what I should do, ‘til I fall in love with Ana too.

So please don’t go, I’m begging you to stay, just hold my hand and we’ll break free together.

I wonder if I think of you
Or if I think about everyone else....

Or maybe this isn't love it's just something else?

***** this, I don't love just you but I'll stay with you
because maybe you'll love me back if I can't attack you first.


sigh
Just any other day without you

You and I
can't stop this
stupid attack upon
each other's poems
like a frostbitten
tongue lashing out
foolishly to the
cold.

You and I
can't leave the
past to be
the past because
then your burnt
lips would heal
and neither of
us like healing
because healing means
forgetting.

You and I
can't keep this
thing we have
going because when
I write about
the things I
did and do
I just can't
bring myself to
care about you
again because I'm
an inferno
and a simple
******* storm
be it rain
be it snow
be it love

Isn't going to
put out the inferno

But thanks for trying.

I still can't sleep

I keep stacking my ex's

I keep missing cutting

I keep being lonely

I swear if this is all my lifes' gonna be

I'll end this shitfest right now.

Sometimes, words are never enough
Sometimes, silence is too much
Sometimes, emotions aren't right
Sometimes, love isn't really there

You know this.
I know this.
I'm sorry for reminding you.
I'm sorry for trying to change.

I can't change who I was
but neither can anyone



So you can change everything about you
so I can change everything about me

but nothing will change

I am
Okay
Most days
Turn the page
See flecks of blood
Coat the seams of this chapter
I am
Oh Kay
Which is like Okay
Except there’s a bit more
SPACE to change my mind
I am
Alright
Mostly
Kind of
Broken sometimes
But still pushing

I am
Ohkay
Cause there’s no space
But I’m not
.Okay.

Five hours since I got my sweatshirt back from you,
when I got a note, covered with the dripping tears of
a cutter.

I saw you.
You terrified me.
I saw your nervous glance toward me.
I could feel the malice in your eyes.
So I clenched my fist, just waiting for you to start something.
I was worried.
I left you.

Quit being such a **** child.
I thought you were different.






I was wrong.

I should be dead by now.
I should be laying in a 6ft hole, rotting

But I'm not.

I'm not because there's something I need to do.

I don't have the slightest clue as to what.


BUT


I'm willing to risk
EVERYTHING
to find what that is

What happens when we die?

DO WE DIE
or do we live?
ARE WE GONE
or getting where we're going?

I have a deck of cards you gave me
but the pack is empty
sans a few memories
and an exact-o blade
for when I'm reminded of what I am
....
I opened it today, to point the blame
at my scars
at my self
at my everything

because I said you were mine,
but I meant you could be mine,
if noone wanted to take your place
but someone has,
so just become a card in this house
and let me blow you away with my memories

Hi there,
I just wanted to tell you that
I'm happy your hurting because of me
Cause now you can see the monster
trampling through your Thicket of Thoughts
just like I told you would happen

The GPS of my heart went in a different direction
one I knew it would
but you didn't trust me
or maybe you trusted my too much when I said
I love you?

I can't love a memory.
and you reminded me of what I could be
and you reminded me of what I am.

Sincerely,
The Boy who warned you

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Sometimes I wish that he'd just listen to me, you know? Like, all I'm trying to do is just tell him what he should feel.. Or rather, how I feel.

I wanted to talk to him, ask him about all the darkest pain she felt whenever he held her hand, touched her mind. She wouldn't let me SPEAK to anyone.

But I needed to speak. And October listened.

I'm not sorry she did.

I drove past my house last night
Just to see what it’d be like

Pass by those walls that held me
Past that place that built me up
And tore me down

Going 55 past the place we had our firsts
First real heartbreak
First Cut
First panic attack
First love

I’m not afraid of leaving
I’m more afraid of coming back
And only thinking about
Home

When I leave you
you'll miss me
I'll miss you
but I'll move on

When I leave you
your heart will hurt
your chest will be in pain
but i'll move on

When I leave  you
you'll have memories to
watch like reruns of
joy, but I'll move on


When you leave me, I'll be you.

I found something in you that's intoxicating
And I haven't even heard your voice.

It's infuriating,
knowing that we're not dating
or even really friends
but you're on my mind

My phone buzzes and I'll break into a stupid grin
hoping that it's you
and hoping that
You'll break into that same, beautiful grin when you see its me.

I wonder how often you think of me.
I...
I've been looking for a sign, and my dumb heart
found it in you.

I'm terrified
that we'll meet
and you'll hate me
or worse
I'll fall even harder for you.

Chaos rains down from her eyes
and the world falls apart when she holds them back

But look into her eyes and you'll discover a peaceful grace
that wraps around you,
a shelter from your storm.

The calm in your storm
The calm in her storm

why can't I stop writing, you may find yourself asking.
Well, I'm standing on the brink of something that could be
and standing on the brink of healing someones heart
at the cost of breaking someone elses

What  should I do?
I know what I want
but I know what people say
I know what you want
but I know what she wants
I know you trust me
but I know you've been hurt before


I just want you to be happy,
can i not say that to more people?

The answer is no, I can't. Not when they all like (love?) me,
and i reply

me too.

No point in hiding it.
I've been through 6 relationships;
5 broken hearts;
3 "It's not your fault, it's mine."
(GOD isn't that a lie)

I... Pretend like I can't get into peoples heads.
I guess that's the best way to say it.
I want to be friends but you can't ask for that you know?
So I ask them out, see them happy, and then... Then I see a part of them that scares me (or worse yet I see a part of me I'm still scared of)
And sometimes I want to use it against people, manipulate them.

But I stop myself.

So when I say,
It's not you
It's me.

I ******* mean it.

We haven’t met
I hardly know you
But
I’m dragging you into my mess

Because I think I like you
Or I think I think I like you
Something like that

Or maybe I think that you think that I think I only like you because you’re someone to like who hasn’t burned me yet but I think you think I think you think we’re just friends

Man

**** this

I’m so close to freedom
And yet I’m smothering in
My own skin

College is days away
And I can’t leave soon enough

Tomorrow is today
But my mind is still stuck
On yesterday

Back when I was 12
Before I knew about depression
Before I found the secrets
My mother was hiding in the bedroom

Back when I as 15
Before I hid a knife
Before I took some pills
Before I tied that rope

Back when I was 18
Before college
Before leaving
Before tomorrow

We stood on the edge of that
shiny blade and we laughed.

slipping we laughed
cutting we laughed

but soon after our crimson tears dried
we cried

I realized what I had done
when I saw the look in your eyes

you jumped for the last time
and when you didn't get back up

I just walked away

I’m scared
I don’t write to get attention
Ive written my way into peoples lives
And some nights I still look for a way
To write myself out

But this
This outlet
Empowers me more than I thought
Cheesy lines aside

Thank you to everyone
Who hurt me
Who broke me
Who left me

Cause I wouldn’t know what that top is
Without know what it was like at the bottom

My entire life deserves a warning label

A big ******* caution sign

saying to turn the other way.

I remember a friend I lost
because I tried stretching myself thin to make them happy.
because I saw their love(lust?) for me. [I didn't realize]
because I thought I could FIX them.

I remember my first girl
smart
great body
the best ******* shower-buddy

Jealousy made everything hazy
and the last year I spent ******* around with people
only to find that I was still hollow

So if you want to know why I'm so ****** up
Re-read this a few times
cause maybe you'll find something that I missed

Flirting, I tied the knot
7 rings

You told me forever
Well I’ll have forever to wait I guess

Hanging there all I could see was the pain I’d make you go through

Kinda like ripping out a heart
Or just smothering in lies

Suffocating I found
I couldn’t hurt you again.

What
you expected something
poetic?


Well ****.




Sorry to disappoint you.
Just like everyone else I guess?

My jumbled
twisted,
messy
thoughts look something like this:
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I think I like it

That isn’t all
It can’t be

I see your troubles
and I watch you fall
I hold my breath and dive again
sinking into the frigid depths
Just so you can see the light
and hope to God that you’ll be okay.
You’re my everything, my one and only,
So please don’t leave me, it’ll only make me go with you

So I’ll break for you, if you can stay together for me,
Cause without your beating heart near mine, I can’t seem to breathe,
I’ll hold you in the moonlight, as the waves lap at the shores,
Slowly dragging us down, as we hold our breath again.

Hey.
Depends on who you ask,
but
I'm not an angel
I'm not cute
or adorable
or anything like that....
But if you really want me,
I guess I'm yours

̷u̷n̷t̷i̷l̷ ̷I̷ ̷f̷i̷n̷d̷ ̷s̷o̷m̷e̷o̷n̷e̷ ̷e̷l̷s̷e̷.̷
.....
I'm sorry, who is this?

We inter-wove
Our lives
Along the damaged
Homes we shared

Somehow,
Against all odds
Defying time after time
Never really losing
Even after a year
That Love
Somehow
Someday

Together.

Why is it goodbye, and not
something true, like I wish it wasn't this way,
but I just can't bring myself to
allow you to
love someone like me?

Why is it goodbye, and not
something real, like I'm sorry that I'm a monster
who flirts with everyone and then
leaves you once I mean
the world to you...

Why is it goodbye, and not
something poetic, like I'll always think about the good times
we pretended to share
where I thought I cared
and I do but I can't
because my strength lies
in breaking hearts like mine

I need you to read this

because maybe you'll understand this ins't a poem
but a soft and quiet goodbye

My biggest fear
More than death
More than loss
is the fear that one day
I'll wake up

and notice that I'm alright




It's not that I like being broken
but it seems like that's all I'm good for anymore
so rather than fight for something I can't have
I'll lay complacent in my bed
wishing I could touch your face again.

I don't hate her
but I don't love her.

I don't know why I stay with her.
I talk to other people, and so does she.

It feel like she wants more than I can give her

Sometimes, I look back at all the things I've done

and I sit.
and I wonder.


And then I think of you.