Monsieur-Valentine07

  Kill me, kill me now. Because my life isn’t worth the wait. I ask you, to end my life, So I don’t go through the pain, So I don’t have to face the fear. So kill me, kill me now. And you’ll be doing everyone a favour. I promise you will. I’ve seen my future, It holds nothing but disappointment and despair, You will be doing good, not bad, If you kill me. Come on, do me a favour. People won’t have to listen to my constant complaining, Because I’ll have nothing to complain about. So just kill me, kill me now.

My smile hides my tears. My laugh hides my screams. It's been this way for years. Things aren't as they seem. I always seem so happy. With not a care in the world. But you should know sadly, Many things go untold. Nobody really knows me. They only know my cover. But I wish I could let it free. Let them know what's under. But instead I practice My smiles in the mirror. Then the next thing I do is Make my fake laugh clearer. What is wrong? You need help? Is all they will ask. So I have decided To live behind a mask.

Enveloping the room, Leaving everybody isolated. Nothing to do, nothing to say, Just silence. Leaving an uncomfortable feeling, With even those you are closest to. So close to talking, Yet so far. Just silence. Cold, dark, and alone, Your feelings bottled up. Your thoughts screaming to get out, Wrapped up in your own world. Inconsolable and suffering, Just silence.

Sorrow is evil, Sorrow is blind, I once was happy, Now I have no mind, Depressed and lonely, Here I lay, I feel the guilt, Till the end of day, Every night, Is an endless jail, I lay down thinking, I deserve to be nailed, Because of sorrow, I want to die, I think about it, Till morning nigh, Friends have been torn away, All my love, Has been stolen from me, From a once peaceful dove, It may have had its reasons, But my heart now has a hole, I can't seem to find the piece, So now I have my goal, A goal that seems absurd, But to me it's all I've got, I try not to think about it, But I think quite allot, My goal is to

Summer envelops me like a tangerine dream... Lemon tasting drops fall onto my lips, disguised as Autumn rain, trickling inside my mind, forming pools of dreams, dreams full of hopes and Strawberry love.

In the darkest hours of despair, I sprawl on the shore; Holding unto grains of sand As mighty tides soar. As, Sand and tears are washed away I lay their for hours. Hoping for dawn to break Amidst the thunderous showers.

What leads people to the madness of murder or to inflict pain on another? Some blame a demon, pointing fingers at the one who leaves no fingerprints. Others a discordance of the mind, like there is a certain order to it. For whatever reason one chooses to desire the stench of another's blood on the flesh, I know the earth calls for death and with joy receives another.

Springtime in May are glorious days cool and breezy yet not too freezy And yet not too hot like a steaming pot springtime in May are glorious days

Love, a venom that could flow into our veins, or perhaps an emotion to cure all pain? Love gives and love takes, Love could teach us learn from all of our mistakes. We desire and lust with hate and pride, But in the end, It's the care and love we set aside. We sometimes feel weak, We sometimes feel discouraged, We often feel stupid in doing things we've always encourage. Love speaks through words and actions, Envy and jealousy always create heart-breaking accusations. Intimacy often lead to obsession, An overflowing desire of love and passion. Is it the desire of lust that makes me stay? or is it you whom is melting away? The flow

I feel dead inside, Feeling my body shaking, Feeling the numbness, Watching my tears fall down, The fault was my own, I caused these things to happen, Can’t believe that I felt this pain I feel along, I can’t do this alone, I need someone to help me cope with this feeling I feel, I never knew the pain I feel for so long, I wanna feel as if I belong here, I don’t want to feel dead inside no more, My body is shaking its aching, It’s the same way, Same rhyme, Same poems I write over and over again, Some change, some stay the same, I feel dead inside, I am all alone, Facing this pain alone, No one there