Sad Poems

Pain For Dinner

You're finally awake; you're woke from being broken in the past; Why are you moping?  Is this not what you were hoping, from what would have come from that? I tried to warn you, but you wore your own shoe that didn't fit, did it? Now look at you trying to fit where you were supposed to fit, but we cannot use you if someone else did!

Now we have to find the other parts of you because you broke pieces off and gave them to the others who didn't deserve it. This is why the mind has the power to control you. You are driven by the heartbeat of the people around you. It's time you start looking for the yellow signs. We must put some caution tape around us to let the people know we've been hurt a dozen times. You're still beating. You're alive. It's time the heart and the brain were on the same side. Better yet, it's time to redesign and build some walls up. Nobody getting to us now. I cleaned my dishes, and I'm fed up. I've been eating this pain in the long run.

You agree, don't you? You want to be kept safe from this world. I got you, they thought we were color-blind, but I saw red. They thought they could hurt me one last chance. I took the last of my dignity and locked my heart away. Love got me hurt so many times I can see the pain even when I close my eyes! Been waking up, breaking up, and repeating the cycle! Nobody knows what true love is anymore, do they?! You hurt me enough. From riches to rough, no food, but I didn't starve! I devoured all the pain you caused me like a hot plate. But you're mad now, was it because my food wasn't served with a spoon and fork? I forced it down and didn't heat the plate for you. Cause revenge is a dish best served cold!

I turned to the person I hated the most. Lucky for you, I won't hurt you but myself. Now eat this anger like I ate your pain. You're lucky I won't return the flavor. That would hurt, would it, I would know. I will never forget. Its only use is to dismember, break you down with their helper. Nobody bandaged me up. I didn't even get a kiss on the bruises. I didn't get babied. Nobody said to cheer up. I feel the anger building up! You created this villain, but you're not the main!

I'll bruise them up with the same weapon they used against me. I'll have their heart work with me, break them down limb to limb, but first, let's have a heart-to-heart conversation. You'll still have that evil sensation if I break down your ego and pride. You'll be sleep-deprived. That's when you wish you didn't cross the path to my mind. My heart protected you, held you back, and warned you that I might lose my mind if I got hurt one last time!

I Dream for a day to be like.

 "I'm so in love with you." One day, I'll break a knee and propose. One day, I'll find the person who I love the most. Until then, I'm raining tears. A garden of my hopes and dreams, I will make the realization be the seed that'll grow fear. You don't know what anger can do to you until you have enough, and people start stressing you. I'm about to create an image of myself that is locked down.

You know, when I do, I break again. I'll take a step back and look at my destruction. It'll finally hit me; I became the people I'm hurting. I'm the manipulator, the controller, and the disaster. I'm the blame that reigns on the innocent. I'm the fear that flames, all the evidence.

I wanted something else. This is not what I caused. The heart couldn't take it anymore, but the brain became the best part. Revenge is the main dish, and the guilty dessert is served last. Served a whole meal cold but fresh. At least I got the last serving. A laugh