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a few old poem that came back to b***h slap me


Why this
Why now
do i dare ask how
im crying again
looking for the knife
my broken heart
so easily shattered
so the cuts on my skin
so easily deepened
how can it be
why she
why not me
she has what i want
the love that i long for
so now i shall
stay hidden with my knife
i can never let her know
i can never let it show
for the love that i long for
is for she
and not me


As I sit here I wonder why
You care if I live or die
Then I wonder if you really do
As I sit here in bed
I wonder what you did, what I said
I remember your words
They make me want to cry
And you know very well why
You were not the first
To tell me I failed
As a friend, as a girl, as a human in its self
The tears fell down my face
As I scream in my defense
But I knew you were right
So yet again I have failed
Yet again I ask forgiveness
Yet again I close my heart
For yet again I hurt a friend


what goes up
must come down
my heart has learned
to many times
so as i rise up
i prepare for the drop
i was happy
but that ended
i was full of joy
but that joy was stolen
and now i cry
no longer knowing
what to do or what to say
should i go
should i stay
so i learn once again
that when my hopes go up
they will always crash
i will always fall
my hope will never stay