These words are like a chalk line,
Written, only to fade away~
My voice is nothing but a waste of air,
Exhaled, only to be pushed away~My eyes have seen so many things;
Awful, undignified acts of rage...
My ears have heard many words,
Words of regret;
Things I often say.The rainbow, smudged across the muddy, blue sky
Will only drift away~
Just like you...
Always like you...I think I've lost my way of living,
Following the path that has been written for me..
I can't always say that I'm happy~
That I'll make it through~
I've waited so many years,
Wasting away~
Waiting for you to love me...
Waiting for you to need me.Some day, even the strongest kings will fall;
Even the largest Empires will have to succumb to the outside forces, ready to break in.The brightest stars are dead,
And the brightest eyes are wilting.Waiting for you nearly killed me~
And I continued to wait,
Even though, deep inside, I knew that you would never love me;
The only thing that you loved was the mirror... the popularity...the attention..You're the biggest attention whore that I know.
You're the fakest person that I know.Even the widest smiles,
And the loudest laughs have their secrets.
Even the happiest fairy tales have their own horror story.I didn't know what to do,
What to say... you were my "best friend",
My "other half".
But now I can only look in the mirror and wonder,
'what did I do wrong?'.Sometimes, at night, I cry myself to sleep,
At the thought that I could never be good enough...You said you'd be there,
But instead you left an ugly scar.Even the happiest person in the world could feel empty, hollow...
But you...
You're not empty.You're a black hole.
With your tears, and cries of help,
The laughter, and the showing off your scars.
Telling them that you're strong,
And that you don't fucking care.
Telling them about the time you held a knife to your throat,
Like it's a mother fucking game.Even the brightest stars will burn out someday..
But you...
You play with fire~
You eat the brightest of stars.
You'd laugh and say you "Don't give two shits", you'd start a one sided fight.I'm sorry things had to end this way,
Even though I know that you don't care.
I know I never really meant anything to you.
I know you'll tell your friends about how you "Don't give a rat's ass",
That you don't fucking care.
I know you'll tell lies to make people feel sorry for you,
Because that's the way you are.You're a fucking black hole.
You ate my beautiful, bright blue eyes,
You filled them will tears; replaced them with anger.
I was your puzzle.You tried to take my laughter away,
And you almost did.It's shocking, really, to know that I made it out alive.
And now I see how pathetic you really are.Yes, I really cared about you~
I cared about a dirty, filthy black hole.
I dimmed my light to let the darkness in, and although I don't pretend to know why,
I was almost nothing but a burning match.My fire was almost gone.
So as I sit here, wondering,
Who I was supposed to be..
I remember all the storms you threw at me,
And how it was somehow my fault that it rained;
I remember how I escaped from your grasp,
How a star drifted away from the black hole.I didn't want it to end this way,
But, honestly, I was just a tiny star that you were drifting by,
And it'd make no sense
To hold onto something that destroyed everything around me;
Giving me scars.
~AlienaI wrote this about an old friend of mine.. more like, to them. I don't know.. i'm really tired and I can't stop thinking, so, therefore I can't sleep.
If you liked this poem, and also related to it, i'm so sorry.. you're better than that fucker.
If you just liked it, good for you.
If you want, you can leave you're thoughts in the comments. Good or bad, they're comments. Bad comments can help with motivation or some crap like that. 😂😂
If you like this, cool; i'm glad I could make something that someone likes..
If you think this sucks, good for you. There are always haters. Haters won't stop me from helping people.
Sorry, i'm ranting now.
Love you guys.
~Aliena
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Poetry~the process of moving on~ *trigger warning* If you ever need someone to talk to.. You can always message me.. Whether on here, or on Instagram or Facebook.. It's okay. I might not respond right away, and I may be a little awkward, but I'll respond...