I gave up,
but you were there,
taking my problems for you to bear.
Don't know why you would care,
death has me in his snare.
But then you saved me,
set me free.
I can't leave you be,
thought that you need to know,
I can't let go.
I can't let you go.
You're a hero to me,
why can't you see?
You are what you always will be,
you are beautiful to me.
I once had a cup,
it was filled with hopes and dreams,
but I fucked up,
now it is empty so it seems.
Waking up,
now you're gone,
my darkest dawn.
I was wasted and broken,
like three words left unspoken.
I gave you my heart,
You tore it apart,
but in the most beautiful way,
It was a slow decay.
I wasn't aware,
masked by a smile,
hidden by care.
Thought it was over,
but next was a theft.
You took what you left,
a broken heart,
a broken soul.
Trusting you again,
What happens then?
Back to the past,
I was far outclassed.
All this pain,
with no gain,
you fucked my brain.
I wanted you back,
I want you back,
I need you back.
You are what you always will be,
you are beautiful to me.
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Poems of a Suicidal Memory
PoetryI took all of my poems and compiled them into one big thing. Comments and constructive criticism are/is much appreciated. I will add to this as I write more, therefore there will be no set time for when I will update. Just read, enjoy, and support m...