In my dreams, I see only you.
In my heart, I wish it true.
In my arms, you've cried one too many times.
I'm guilty I'm the cause of that feeling you hide.
I'm sure, that I'm the reason you cry.
We both want to die but neither of us wants to hurt each other.
I want to die by myself though you refuse to let me go.
I don't want you to die because you have so much more to live for.
I love you but you don't understand.
I've been in pain since day one.
You've said you have too.
But you have friends and family that would miss you.
Even if you don't think so.
I know so, I know you do too.
I love you but I'm feeling conflicted.
Could this really happen?
Has it been predicted?
I can't stand the thought of losing you but every damn day I feel like its nothing new.
Constantly being the one in trouble and the one that gets the most hurt.
I feel a desperate need to be pushed to the dirt.
I'm always the one coming to you for help.
But I'm always the one causing you pain.
I'm the true one to blame.
I'll never get my 15 minutes of fame.
But you've had hours of it.
I'll constantly sit and throw a fit over the fact you're popular and everyone knows you but the minute you say something about me no one knows who you're talking about.
I wake up everyday feeling like shit.
In the middle of class, I text you to make sure your ok and to keep my sanity.
I love you but... I'm so lost and sick of hurting you.
In my world... I'm so broken.
There's not much you can do to mend me.
There's nothing you can do to save me.
I'm so sorry but maybe one day I'll get better.
Maybe one day, I won't make you cry.
Maybe one day, I won't want to die...
Maybe one of these damn days... You'll see why.
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The Days With No Sun
PoetrySometimes we fear truth over reality. But things get dark and heavy and we play the blame game. We end up hurting others or ourselves even. We don't think before we act or we don't say before we do. This is the evolution of my madness. A cluster of...
