You Don't Want Him, You Just Think You Do.
Pain is subjective.
Saying that you're fine,
even when you're not,
isn't a lie. It's an art.
It's the counterpart
to a cry for attention.
Sadly only some people realize
that saying that you're fine
is a way of dealing with the fear.
Nobody will ever understand
why the letters in some overrated
pieces of 'art'
that spell out "PS: I love you"
kick me the way they do.
They don't love you.
PS: I do.
My Sweetest Sentiments... (Censored Version)
You're a lie.
A poser.
A cheat.
You think depressing poems
are just your "style."
Hello, dear?
You are Miss Peppy Happy
Always At The Top
Never Gonna Stop.
Depressing poems
are a freaking JOKE to you.
You don't know the meaning of the word "darkness."
You think "darkness" is "cool"
because "emo" is the new "black."
Get your head out of your little fantasy world
and try writing something worth reading.
We all know what depression feels like.
We don't need you
to
ATTEMPT
to describe depression to us.
To hell with it.
Poetry's an art, and you've slandered it.
If You're All So Different (Censored Version)
I've drawn the conclusion that it's impossible to be different.
You're striving to be different.
So is half of the world.
You're striving to be the same.
So is the OTHER half of the human race.
You don't care. About anything.
You're just like the rest of those posers.
Difference doesn't exist, when it comes to people.
We all sleep,
eat,
think,
breathe,
live.
Being different is simply failure in a state of mind.
You can't try to say otherwise.
Because in the end,
we are ALL the same.