Ex's:
I don't want to think
About you
It's so draining
And hurtful
The thoughts come like humidity
And shake like the thunder
It's the worst
And I need a little less bad
Life:
I don't want to live
Not anymore
There's no aim
Just aches and
I don't like this life
A dull blade
No edge and pointless
There's no use
life is for the living
And this isn't living
F is for:
Filled with friends
I don't need or want
Conversations that are just noise
Courtesies that are just lies
I don't love you today
Maybe you shouldn't
You're all too good
Be real
And really leave
A Faux Love:
A love so sour
It's probably just a sauce
It may be sweet
Just a condiment nothing to live on
At least not this hour
You're not really here
Just caught you when you looked up
You looked bored
I was rebel
And you the struggling prude
An Island:
I'm all alone
I am the only one
I'm the survivor of a parricide
Or how it seems
I'm on the wrong side
An aftermath of terrible math
You have no idea
And no questions won't
Help
Make it better?
Straw Man:
A god so dumb
Whispers with the voice of a mute
A paraplegic as of late
No wander the Novocain
Cranium resting on a pile of straw
I dress this scarecrow
And put it in a wheel chair
Rest in passiveness Van Gogh
Mirror Mirror:
A prayer so selfish
I'm a hedonist
I don'y pray for patience
I pray for cents
And look for sense
Somewhere else
The end:
Theses days
Just may be the worst days
What keeps me waking up?