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It's just a teenage tear, it will dry
Sorry, but I think I'm going down
No apologies are necessary
I can tell you don't want me around
It's just another day it will pass
The sun will not wait for me to change
I will be easily replaced in your heart
Now doesn't that seem ever so strange
It's just a lonely world I live in
Not even close to the one where I was raised
At what point did I become so lost?
And how long do I wait to be saved?
It's just a teenage heart that has broke
But this time I am afraid it is mine
It now only exists in pieces
Too many to piece back together this time
Sorry, but I think I'm going down
No apologies are necessary
I can tell you don't want me around
It's just another day it will pass
The sun will not wait for me to change
I will be easily replaced in your heart
Now doesn't that seem ever so strange
It's just a lonely world I live in
Not even close to the one where I was raised
At what point did I become so lost?
And how long do I wait to be saved?
It's just a teenage heart that has broke
But this time I am afraid it is mine
It now only exists in pieces
Too many to piece back together this time
Literature
For My People
As far as I can recall:
I did not ask to be birthed
Into a cycle of stagnation.
I did not ask to be told,
That my dreams are achievable;
Only to see them limited by the scope of reality.
I did not ask for a failing system,
Passed unto me by half-dead corpses wearing suits.
Nodding eagerly at one another,
As they wait for an inevitable death.
This I did not ask for,
And I am certain that most of you did not either.
But it is for that reason,
And for that reason alone, I say:
That it is up to us,
We siblings bound by the chains of our forefathers,
To create a system that is better,
Than the bitter shackles of the past.
Justice is what I lo
Literature
Losing It
I'm kind of going crazy,
I'm caught inside my mad mind.
Ten different things weigh me down, but I'm still fine!
The words are coming slowly, my mind is on a slur.
I can't string this poem, because the brain is on a blur!
And I get so frustrated, I tear away at skin;
The hair is falling down and the voices make a din!
I wanna shut them out, but I can't find a key,
So all that I can do is simply shut away the ME.
Literature
It Was Never You...
It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it al
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Another wonderful poem of yours!