For You
The one who ceases to care,For You
The one worn by wear,For You
Who by I swear,For You
I love it when your thereFor You
I give a solemn prayerFor You
I could eternally stare,For You
Your doubts I'm aware,When You
Hurt yourself I'm scared,When You
Hurt I want to be there,When you speak those volatile words,
I can't fake the exiled feeling,
Distant from your vile self-hatred,
Farther than a mile,When you scream yourself silently,
Laced with beaming self disgust,
At your seams you are ripping,
Dead in this horrible dream,For You are dying,
And I'm not a doctor.
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Too Many Eccentricly Boring Poems, But Lovely Nonetheless
PoetryI'll be posting my poems I write and/or have written. Love some feedback. I can always do better and might redux any that people think could be better. I hope you enjoy the poems.