I Knew This Would Happen But I Still Hoped it Wouldn’t
This was always going to happen. And why shouldn’t it? I can’t expect you to remain still just because I silently asked the void. It’s selfish of me to even think otherwise. You’re so eager to move while I’m content with a standstill. Why do I want you to stop too? How can I claim to be in love if I want you to stay in a place you aren’t happy? I’ve begged. I’ve pleaded to whatever powers that be, hoping for some divine intervention to stop you leaving. I knew this would happen but I still hoped it wouldn’t.
Make Me Feel Good
You make me believe that I am enough
You make me feel like I matter to you
You make me feel things that no one else could
You make me feel good.
You make me want to try harder
You make me forget all my pain
You flatter me more than anyone should
You make me feel good.
Now I can see all the scars you've been hiding
Never make me feel good again.
It’s Always Night
I claw my way towards the light,
Fingers clutched in earth, so tight,
I see the end, the gates of white,
The end of dark is just in sight.
The light, it dims, as if in spite,
A cold wind blows with icy bite,
I cannot lose without a fight,
I feel my spirit reignite.
Even though the sun is slight,
A new day dawns, it’s oh so bright,
Darkness follows, creeping right
behind my back, it holds me tight.
Heavens will you hear my plight?!
Free me from this lack of sight,
I scream and plea, try as I might,
There is no sun, it’s always night.
Attendees at My Funeral
Thank God you’re gone. No one ever liked you. You were worthless and nothing but a cancer to this Earth. Everyone is breathing a sigh of relief because they no longer have to share the same air as you. People pretended to like you. Everyone wanted you to go. We wished that you went sooner. I’d rather slash my own throat than spend five more minutes with you, you disgusting waste of space. I hope you enjoy rotting and being eaten by maggots because you deserve it. You are pathetic. No one will miss you. You’re already forgotten.
Rest in fucking pieces.
Exterior Blind
People of all ages, religions and races,
Regardless of creed, beliefs and birthplaces,
No matter your size, handicaps or conditions,
Your wealth or your work or your social positions
Stand here united in a world so diverse,
Dismiss all prejudices, their effects are adverse
Live hand in hand, and never feel shame,
Our exteriors may differ, but we all bleed the same.