yes i still create problems but hardly want to solve them
empty threats thrown around but seldom ever hold ground
it's not the way i treat you now but the feeling that somehow
maybe you don't really care hence why you're never there
always in focus when you arrive just happens to kill time
though i have to wonder why do you honestly really try
my thoughts are not that of my own rather something that has grown
and i'm too scared to say it now but i'll say this to you anyhow
i'm terrified of what will come
the day that you say you're done
just how far can i push you away
before you make your escape
i don't want to change myself when there's problems with health
whatever takes me there and back to the nothingness i lack
i never asked to be born only to be torn up and worn
maybe someday i'll figure out what this life was all about
my insecurities stem from my inability to cry
and though i'm still alive i have thoughts of suicide
though i may not pull the trigger i'm still waiting for you to
be the one to pull it so i hope my words affect you
im terrified of what will come
the day that you say you're done
just how far can i push you away
before you make your escape
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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