Weak
I help everyone else,
But I get none.
I keep people from hurting themselves,
and no one cares if I hurt myself,
They only care about their sympathizer coming back.
One day,
I won't...
What will they do then?
Hurt me?
Already done!
Kill me?
Ha!
My mind does that to me every hour of every day of every week of every month of every year.
What do you think I am?
Weak?
-Me, 3/23
One Day
The rain might never stop,
But that's okay.
It just means I don't have to see you,
But Maybe on day...
I'll hide within my storm,
and maybe one day,
You'll understand.
I'll stay in the darkness of night,While you stay in the light.
Because its easier.
So I'll stay away. So you can move on.
I'll forever hide,
Forever unknown.
While you build an empire,
and when I find my way to the surface,
One of these days...
You'll come crumbling down!
Because I will take everything,
Everything you hold dear,
And I shall kill,
Kill it all.
-Me, 3/23
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
