Even More Poems By Me

2008, December 5

EVERYTHING WOULD BE ALRIGHT

Everything would be alright

If somebody could save me

I've been in Hell for way too long

The devils love to rape you

They love to torture you

Then they leave you all alone

Among all the others

That you cannot touch

That cannot touch you

That you cannot see

That cannot see you

As you starve to death

Together

All alone

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December 7

NOW YOU HAVE NOTHING LEFT

You're a monster

You're a god

You're a human

You're an animal

Eyes blindfolded

You stagger around

Randomly hating

Randomly loving

Just to leave your mark

Without thinking

You could take a deep breath

And make decisions you won't regret

But then you would just sit around all day

There's more to do when you're stupid

So you just go out and you laugh and you cry

And you kill and you heal

Just so that people will see you

Once there was a lady

Who loved you very much

Even though you were always ugly and mean

She said, baby, my son, I'm always here

She knew you'd need her later

Do you remember?

Someone loved you for you

Somebody wanted to keep you

But look what you've become

Where is your mother now? 

Is she even alive?

Do you even know?

Someone decided to give you the world

You just laughed and ran away

Now nobody looks at you anymore

Nobody will love you again

Your mother is dead and gone

There was a funeral

Where you there? 

Well, this is your life

There's no one else to blame

Now you have nothing left

Nobody cares for you

Nobody wants your care

You once had a mother's unconditional love

That was all you had

And most you could ever get

You forgot all her birthdays

And now she's dead

And now you have nothing left

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December 8

WHY?

When you broke my heart

It turned into dust

See, my love is fire

Yours, just ashes on the dirty ground

Think twice

Before you walk away

It may be easy on you

But where am I to go?

Now I've reached the sky

After all this time I've tried

I found it was only a painting

The clouds, merely plastic bags

So I feel strangely reborn

Like a freshly diseased corpse

I'm not living anymore

Just staying alive

My first mistake was being born

My second was not dying

Would you miss me if I died?

I feel dead already

Do you miss me already?

I am right here!

Yet you are far away

Why?

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December 9

PLEASE DON'T

You're the one I want to understand

The one I want to love

Know

Trust

I wish you were here

Time stands still without you

I pray to made up gods to remove my pain

To remove my worries

My ache

My sorrow

Don't let us become

Like the people in the stories

Stories of those who parted

And never met again

Please don't