1: I hoped for so much, hoping seems to be my downfall as a human, hoping.
2: You played me like your puppet, your blinding smile made me believe everything was real. When, in actuality it wasn't even anything to begin with. You used those powers you had, made me believe I had a chance to tether myself to your future, but you had other intentions.
3: One nite stand to me, sounded like an eternity with you.
4: Begging was what I felt was right, begging for you to just talk to me, please!
5: I watched from a distance, you didn't know I was there, how could you? I watched you from a screen, watching your posts, waiting for a message, but the posts only showed that I didn't matter anymore in life. Here I am, still waiting for the message, hoping to receive something that will never happen.
6: Months passed, death waited for me everywhere I went. I saw you, watching my every move, you waited for the next rope to be formed into a noose, the next pill bottle to open, the next blade to glide down this canvas. The blade did make an appearance, but I'm still here, motherfucker.
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In the end, are we okay? Part 2
PoetryOnce again, this is a very rough draft. These poems are just what pops into my little, dark mind and are mixed with some of my past experiences in life.
