Cry outoutout. I'm Taking back my life; I gave it away&&it's been beaten.
"I've broken both my legs falling for you... Smash me on the ground."-Silverstein.
Beating myself in the face in the side in the chest is like dotting all the i's and crossing all the t's. I'm just taking care of buisness.
I honestly don't know what I should feelTHINKhate. LOVE and HATE are so close together it's scary. I don't know wich passion I should feel. I'm not having fun.
Drip into my eyes are feeling down down down.
We're dreaming down down&OUT.
Crashcrash burnburry all of my expectations set to high.
Drown in my heart is bleeding break&&burry feelings that don't matter.Please don't worry(about me I'll be not so fine) tonight.
I wan't to live a life that's golden. I want what's too much to ask for more. I just keep askaskasking for moremoremore lovehatelove me.
Guess what I'm thinking I'm dreaming it's over. I'll be not so fine pretending. This is not what I want what I have isn't enough for what I want.
If we cared we'd call we'd write we'd feel we wouldn't lielieliewith me tonight under this stormy starlight sky and let me bleedmywords to you goodbye goodnight goodbye.
I'll rip the stars from the sky like I ripped the tears from my soul like I'd rip the flesh from my chest from my heart if I could.
If I could breathe if I could tell you how much I care but can't understand why we don't care why we can't understand why I can't take these signals.
IT'S TOO LATE FOR A CURE, NOR WOULD I WANT ONE.
How do you feel about my FAILure? I'm falling downdowndownward into this thought of love of life of livinglovinglife.
I'm crycrycrying out for helphelphelp me not. I don't want help or pity. I am apathetic with a capital A.
Maybe Jesus felt abstract emotion in dealing with love.
This is just too personal. Raw. I like the feeling reading it,like I'm having a conversation or a peek into the mind of this person. The repetition of words sits fine with the whole tone of the poem and does not make it annoying.
I'm Apathetic with a Capital A. Very nice line. What were you listening to when you wrote this? The way you repeat certain words, almost seems like you were plugging them into a rhythm. As Maverique touched upon, it's very raw...it kinda makes the reader uncomfortable, almost like reading something secret and personal, like a journal-hell, it's like reading the words in your soul...but you keep reading anyway...cause it's so good.
Submission Name: Crashcrash Burnburry
